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Valentine's Day Dance | Town Hall | Saturday Evening [8pm on]

As Desperation Day dances went, this was probably not the most tacky ever. Of course given that it was Desperation Day, so tacky really went with the territory.

There was glitter, oh, was there ever glitter in a multitude of sparkly colours. But even more so, it seemed that the decorators had taken the 'Hearts Afire' theme literally as large cut out hearts adorned the walls. Each with a tissue paper 'flame' bursting from the top of it. Streamers in all shades of pink twisted across the ceiling, forming almost a canopy. Which hopefully would not be literally set afire. The Fire Department would probably disapprove of that. Also a lot of people's dresses would be ruined.

Let's stay away from any literal fire, okay, guys?

[Up early for timezones. ~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or I will STAB YOU, OKAY?~~ is up! And thre'll be a second post up later if this one gets insanely large (well, hell, why even say 'if')]

And the magic links: Arrival/Mingling | Punch and Food | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Dance Floor | OOC

[It never said Friday. Rly.]

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"Okay, I don't get that carried away while I'm dancing," Zack chuckled, looking over his shoulder to see how much more crowd they were going to have to navigate. "At least, I don't think so. You'll tell me if I start to do the Funky Chocobo when I should be doing, like, a waltz, right?"

Ino grinned up at him--they were almost there!--and laughed.

"Maybe!" she chirped, eyes bright. "Do you trust me enough for that?"

"If I can trust you to toss me a potion while we're fighting angry buildings, then I think I can totally trust you to tell me when I'm acting like a complete dork," Zack replied, sticking out his tongue for a moment, just because he could.

It was possible that Zack's trust was slightly misplaced, in at least that one regard.

...

... Just a bit. Ino was far more trustworthy with keeping someone alive and healthy than she was in helping them avoid making a complete dork out of themselves.

There was a reason, after all, she hadn't said anything when he'd had too many drinks in Midgar for New Years. It had been hilarious.

She stuck her tongue back out at him. "I'll think 'bout it," Ino answered pertly. "If I remember!"

Just wait until later tonight, after the punch was spiked! Then no amount of telling Zack that he was a dork would keep him from doing the Funky whatever on the dance floor!

He might even show off his rendition of the Chocobo Stomp or something. That one was fun.

"That's about all I can ask," he laughed, shaking his head as they finally made their way onto the dance floor. "Because we all know how your memory is."

Oh sure, now she'd have to remember or he'd give her a look like a kicked puppy or something when she let him make a dork out of himself.

"Well," she said, pretending she wasn't pleased with the compliment (she was totally taking it as a compliment) anyway. "Not everyone knows 'bout it."

"Well, then they're totally just not paying attention like I do," Zack replied. Because he had somehow gotten the idea into his head that he actually paid attention to things and was sometimes even vaguely observant.

Zack was occasionally delusional.

Ino very politely refrained from laughing in his face at that. She knew he was more intelligent than his--dorkitude--generally let on, but really...

Oh Zack.

"Totally not paying attention," she said, as a song started up. On the slow side, but she could work with that. "Or maybe I don't want them paying attention, hm?"

"Oh?"

And here was where Zack demonstrated that it was quite possible that he was paying far more attention than the world would ever give him credit for, right... Here.

"So, why am I the exception?"

"Haven't decided yet," she said impishly, after a panicked second or five of scrambling for an answer that didn't--say anything. "Maybe you should try guessing?"

Turn it back around to him. Yes. Okay. Good. And she'd just... not think about it.

"I could be here all night, just guessing," Zack replied, giving her a sly little grin of his own. "And then, if I figure it out, how do I know you'll even tell me that I did?"

"Well," she said, feeling like there was some sort of hole she was digging a bit deeper around herself. "I suppose, if you got it right, I could give you some sort of sign?"

If ever there was one thing that Zack was skilled at, it was making people wonder if he was the one who knew which way was up, or if they were, or if maybe up just never existed in the first place.

"And do I get some sort of hint about what the sign is, before we start the guessing game?"

It was a deep hole and getting deeper.

Ino blinked at him. "Um. Is there a sign you'd like?"

"Well, I don't have anything in particular in mind," Zack noted, shrugging slightly as he fell into a bit of a sway to match the beat of the music. "But you'd mentioned a sign, and thought that maybe you'd know what sort of sign would work the best."

She had a few things that might work, yeah.

Ino studied him for a few seconds and then shifted her gaze enough that she could peer coyly up at him through her eyelashes. "I might have an idea," she confessed. "But you won't need to know 'bout it beforehand. It's recognizable as a sign for sure."

"And the trick is to guess right before I get to know what it is, huh?" He tilted his head to the side a little, smiling down at her almost curiously. "And how many guesses do I get?"

Ino bit her lip, then smiled brilliantly.

"Ninety-nine," she said, leaning into him a bit. Hush, it was a dance, she was allowed to be close to him. "Because you can't carry more than that."

"I can't," Zack agreed, sighing happily, and maybe he was leaning back a little, too. So what? It was a dance, after all. "I guess that means I'm going to have to take my time. To make my guesses worthwhile."

She relaxed a bit, at that, some tension draining out of her shoulders.

"Guesses should be worthwhile," Ino said agreeably. "Or else I'll start thinking you aren't taking it seriously."

"Well, in that case?" He swayed a little, and then he was going to attempt to dip her to the music. He didn't have any formal dance training, no, but he was almost enthusiastic enough to fake it. "I've got all the time in the world to figure it out, don't I?"

Her laugh as he inexpertly dipped her was forgiving of any mistakes. And Ino was going to be glad for her balance and adaptability.

"All the time in the world," she agreed, even though part of her twisted uncomfortably at the fact that... no one ever stayed. Ino wasn't thinking about that as she slid her arms up around his neck. She was short, but she had heels and they helped make up the difference. "All the time that's needed."

Her eyes sparkled. "But you don't get more guesses after you run out. No buying more or nothing. I'm not that patient."

Oh, come now. If there was anybody out there with staying power, that somebody was totally Zack.

It was.

"And are there signs for when I'm getting close, too?"

...

"Maybe a few," she said, "but blink and you'll miss them."

Or not notice them, really.

They'd kissed, they held hands on a regular basis, they frequently slept in the same bed, and now they were dancing with a closeness that suggested that they'd been dating for ages.

Maybe he'd missed them.

Maybe it was just that this was just comfortable enough, for now.

"Well, then, I guess we'll just have to see."

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