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ax_mainJeanne-Marie gets Bobby to dance.
Things were slightly fuzzy, and Jeanne-Marie liked it. She was so glad she hadn't made the mistake of wearing heels to this thing. It was a new and pretty dress, but flip flops were absolutely the way to go. Flip flops were so wonderful. She loved flip flops!
Toting something Terry called a "Jameson and Ginger", Jeanne-Marie wandered the fringes of the dance floor. It was something really fun and dancey, but the bass was too dirty for her not to find a dance partner. A dance partner not her brother. She was eyeing up the potentials--and considering asking Shen--when she nearly bumped into Bobby. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry!" She giggled. "I've been drinking a little."
"Hey, I think everyone's been drinking a little," Bobby assured her, grabbing hold of her arm to help her catch her balance. "No harm, no foul. You okay?" She seemed a little...giggly. Even for JM.
"Mmm-hmm!" She grinned and took his arm, then leaned into him. "I feel wonderful. Do you want to dance! Oh! No, wait, should I ask Kitty first? You're here with her yes?" She grinned as if nothing had ever been more adorable.
Bobby laughed and blushed a little. "Yeah, I'm here with Kitty. I think she'd spare me for a dance though." After all, she'd been dancing with Warren earlier. It was cool. Right?
"You're probably right--Kitty's so sweet." Jeanne-Marie tugged Bobby to the dance floor area, still carrying her drink (with a character like Pyro around, no amount of drink could make her stupid enough to leave it lying around). "Tell me about things! Have you gone out on dates yet?"
"Kinda? We went to the fireworks back on the Fourth. And out for pizza." Bobby followed along, grinning as he rolled his eyes towards the sky. JM was definitely buzzed, wasn't she? "Are you sure you wouldn't rather sit down?" he asked.
She'd been about to comment on how romantic the fireworks sounded, but then she looked at him as if he'd sprouted another head. "Bobby. Do you hear this song?"
It was something loud and fast and catchy.
"Umm, yes? Is this a trick question?" It was, after all, kinda hard to not hear the song, given the volume.
Jeanne-Marie burst into a huge smile. "Yes. Because if you hear this music, you should know anyone with any sense wouldn't rather be sitting right now. Come on!" She tugged him toward the small crowd of dancers.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Bobby protested, laughing as she dragged him along.
Jeanne-Marie was already moving to the music, her bare shoulders rolling, her hips swinging her skirt around her thighs. "Tell me about all the romantic things you've done for her already. I love romantic stories."
"Romantic?" Bobby gaped at her, only belatedly remembering he was supposed to be dancing. Which...well, hopefully she'd settle for him bobbing his head with the music, because he didn't think he could do whatever it was she was making look so easy. In any case, was he supposed to have done romantic things? Was Kitty expecting them? He honestly couldn't think of any. "Umm...I'm guessing falling in through her window doesn't count?"
"That can be romantic!" Jeanne-Marie said. She debated grabbing Bobby by the waist and helping him move, but she thought she'd give him a chance to manage on his own first. "Did you climb up to meet her?"
"Ice slide." Bobby grinned and shrugged, feeling unaccountably relieved. "Sort of fell off, but at least I made it in through the window."
Jeanne-Marie laughed as she executed a little spin, hair flying. "So cute! And you know, a little awkward moment makes it even sweeter. No one wants someone to be more perfect than them. It feels insincere."
Bobby laughed. "I'm pretty sure no one will ever accuse me of being more perfect than them," he assured her.
"Your brand of charm would be insincere if they could," she said with a thoughtful expression. "Remember? You start off cute to reveal the hot?"
"Also preeeettty sure the hot's not there to be revealed," Bobby joked. "But you've got it covered, so it's all good."
"I do," she said with a giggle, though she didn't know. It was still so sweet of Bobby--as always! What a catch, Kitty had. "But you do, too. Funny is hot. And you've got the most beautiful, brown eyes. I like looking at them. I'm sure Kitty does too."
"Ummm...well, she hasn't suggested I change the color," Bobby replied awkwardly. A couple of weeks ago, he'd have damn near paid for Jeanne-Marie to say something like that. Now? Well, he still liked hearing it, but it felt weird, hearing it from someone other than Kitty.
Jeanne-Marie rolled her eyes, then did a little hair flip move. "Oh, Bobby. Just know that you are good-looking, and Kitty knows it. Be a little bit confident. I'd say not too much, but there's no danger of that, I think."
"Prooobably not." Bobby grinned, then shrugged. "The confidence gene pretty much bypassed me, I think. But I'll work on it. How 'bout you, what've you been up to?"
"Finally shopping," Jeanne-Marie said happily, still dancing. She wouldn't keep plaguing him about the confidence--she'd said he was cute, and he could have that to help him if it would. No point embarrassing him when he was supposed to be having fun and dancing, right? "I hardly had anything, just a few club outfits from when Jean-Paul and I would sneak out. I bought this dress and some makeup--Kitty and I found some good tutorials. Shen did my eyeliner. Isn't it nice?" It was winged, and JM loved it.
"It's goooorgeous," Bobby replied, mimic-ing a stereotypical clothing designer. He grinned. "No, seriously, you look awesome."
She giggled some more. "You should try it. You'd look fabulous!" And she meant it. Bobby had beautiful eyes.
Bobby laughed. "I'll get right on it. Do you think Shen would do mine?" He fluttered his eyelashes.
"Oh yes," Jeanne-Marie said with authority. "Or Kitty! She found me the tutorials. She's so smart and pretty--you're so lucky!"
"Oh, believe me, I know it. Still trying to figure out how I got that lucky." Bobby grinned. "But how 'bout you? No interest in anyone, yet?"
Jeanne-Marie looked around and shook her head. "I tried to find someone earlier. I was determined to have a first kiss. But Billy kissed me, so now we're both sorted."
"Well, I'm glad you guys got that taken care of." Bobby grinned and grabbed her hand, lifting it for her to spin under. "Did it go okay?"
"We missed at first," she admitted. "But then we seemed to figure it out. What about you? Are you any good yet, or is Kitty suffering?"
"If she is, she's suffering in silence," he admitted. And frowned. Because, what if she was? She didn't seem to be, and he really didn't think Kitty was an exceptionally good actress or anything, but... "She seems to be into it?" he added hopefully.
"I'm sure you'd know if she wasn't," Jeanne-Marie said firmly. "She's got an honest... face. Personality. Everything."
"Yeah." Bobby's smile turned decidedly sappy.
"So cuuuuuute!" Jeanne-Marie took his hand and twirled herself under his arm, then spun out. "Go and find her. I want to see you two dancing all night. She's so good at it!"
"After we're done with our dance," Bobby replied, laughing as he pulled her back. "Unless this is a nice way of telling me you want to go find a better partner? Because I wouldn't blame you."
"Ah-ah! You said it, now you have to stick to it. You're mine til the song's over!"
Things were slightly fuzzy, and Jeanne-Marie liked it. She was so glad she hadn't made the mistake of wearing heels to this thing. It was a new and pretty dress, but flip flops were absolutely the way to go. Flip flops were so wonderful. She loved flip flops!
Toting something Terry called a "Jameson and Ginger", Jeanne-Marie wandered the fringes of the dance floor. It was something really fun and dancey, but the bass was too dirty for her not to find a dance partner. A dance partner not her brother. She was eyeing up the potentials--and considering asking Shen--when she nearly bumped into Bobby. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry!" She giggled. "I've been drinking a little."
"Hey, I think everyone's been drinking a little," Bobby assured her, grabbing hold of her arm to help her catch her balance. "No harm, no foul. You okay?" She seemed a little...giggly. Even for JM.
"Mmm-hmm!" She grinned and took his arm, then leaned into him. "I feel wonderful. Do you want to dance! Oh! No, wait, should I ask Kitty first? You're here with her yes?" She grinned as if nothing had ever been more adorable.
Bobby laughed and blushed a little. "Yeah, I'm here with Kitty. I think she'd spare me for a dance though." After all, she'd been dancing with Warren earlier. It was cool. Right?
"You're probably right--Kitty's so sweet." Jeanne-Marie tugged Bobby to the dance floor area, still carrying her drink (with a character like Pyro around, no amount of drink could make her stupid enough to leave it lying around). "Tell me about things! Have you gone out on dates yet?"
"Kinda? We went to the fireworks back on the Fourth. And out for pizza." Bobby followed along, grinning as he rolled his eyes towards the sky. JM was definitely buzzed, wasn't she? "Are you sure you wouldn't rather sit down?" he asked.
She'd been about to comment on how romantic the fireworks sounded, but then she looked at him as if he'd sprouted another head. "Bobby. Do you hear this song?"
It was something loud and fast and catchy.
"Umm, yes? Is this a trick question?" It was, after all, kinda hard to not hear the song, given the volume.
Jeanne-Marie burst into a huge smile. "Yes. Because if you hear this music, you should know anyone with any sense wouldn't rather be sitting right now. Come on!" She tugged him toward the small crowd of dancers.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Bobby protested, laughing as she dragged him along.
Jeanne-Marie was already moving to the music, her bare shoulders rolling, her hips swinging her skirt around her thighs. "Tell me about all the romantic things you've done for her already. I love romantic stories."
"Romantic?" Bobby gaped at her, only belatedly remembering he was supposed to be dancing. Which...well, hopefully she'd settle for him bobbing his head with the music, because he didn't think he could do whatever it was she was making look so easy. In any case, was he supposed to have done romantic things? Was Kitty expecting them? He honestly couldn't think of any. "Umm...I'm guessing falling in through her window doesn't count?"
"That can be romantic!" Jeanne-Marie said. She debated grabbing Bobby by the waist and helping him move, but she thought she'd give him a chance to manage on his own first. "Did you climb up to meet her?"
"Ice slide." Bobby grinned and shrugged, feeling unaccountably relieved. "Sort of fell off, but at least I made it in through the window."
Jeanne-Marie laughed as she executed a little spin, hair flying. "So cute! And you know, a little awkward moment makes it even sweeter. No one wants someone to be more perfect than them. It feels insincere."
Bobby laughed. "I'm pretty sure no one will ever accuse me of being more perfect than them," he assured her.
"Your brand of charm would be insincere if they could," she said with a thoughtful expression. "Remember? You start off cute to reveal the hot?"
"Also preeeettty sure the hot's not there to be revealed," Bobby joked. "But you've got it covered, so it's all good."
"I do," she said with a giggle, though she didn't know. It was still so sweet of Bobby--as always! What a catch, Kitty had. "But you do, too. Funny is hot. And you've got the most beautiful, brown eyes. I like looking at them. I'm sure Kitty does too."
"Ummm...well, she hasn't suggested I change the color," Bobby replied awkwardly. A couple of weeks ago, he'd have damn near paid for Jeanne-Marie to say something like that. Now? Well, he still liked hearing it, but it felt weird, hearing it from someone other than Kitty.
Jeanne-Marie rolled her eyes, then did a little hair flip move. "Oh, Bobby. Just know that you are good-looking, and Kitty knows it. Be a little bit confident. I'd say not too much, but there's no danger of that, I think."
"Prooobably not." Bobby grinned, then shrugged. "The confidence gene pretty much bypassed me, I think. But I'll work on it. How 'bout you, what've you been up to?"
"Finally shopping," Jeanne-Marie said happily, still dancing. She wouldn't keep plaguing him about the confidence--she'd said he was cute, and he could have that to help him if it would. No point embarrassing him when he was supposed to be having fun and dancing, right? "I hardly had anything, just a few club outfits from when Jean-Paul and I would sneak out. I bought this dress and some makeup--Kitty and I found some good tutorials. Shen did my eyeliner. Isn't it nice?" It was winged, and JM loved it.
"It's goooorgeous," Bobby replied, mimic-ing a stereotypical clothing designer. He grinned. "No, seriously, you look awesome."
She giggled some more. "You should try it. You'd look fabulous!" And she meant it. Bobby had beautiful eyes.
Bobby laughed. "I'll get right on it. Do you think Shen would do mine?" He fluttered his eyelashes.
"Oh yes," Jeanne-Marie said with authority. "Or Kitty! She found me the tutorials. She's so smart and pretty--you're so lucky!"
"Oh, believe me, I know it. Still trying to figure out how I got that lucky." Bobby grinned. "But how 'bout you? No interest in anyone, yet?"
Jeanne-Marie looked around and shook her head. "I tried to find someone earlier. I was determined to have a first kiss. But Billy kissed me, so now we're both sorted."
"Well, I'm glad you guys got that taken care of." Bobby grinned and grabbed her hand, lifting it for her to spin under. "Did it go okay?"
"We missed at first," she admitted. "But then we seemed to figure it out. What about you? Are you any good yet, or is Kitty suffering?"
"If she is, she's suffering in silence," he admitted. And frowned. Because, what if she was? She didn't seem to be, and he really didn't think Kitty was an exceptionally good actress or anything, but... "She seems to be into it?" he added hopefully.
"I'm sure you'd know if she wasn't," Jeanne-Marie said firmly. "She's got an honest... face. Personality. Everything."
"Yeah." Bobby's smile turned decidedly sappy.
"So cuuuuuute!" Jeanne-Marie took his hand and twirled herself under his arm, then spun out. "Go and find her. I want to see you two dancing all night. She's so good at it!"
"After we're done with our dance," Bobby replied, laughing as he pulled her back. "Unless this is a nice way of telling me you want to go find a better partner? Because I wouldn't blame you."
"Ah-ah! You said it, now you have to stick to it. You're mine til the song's over!"
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Date: 2017-10-07 12:26 am (UTC)