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Valentine's Dance, Town Hall, Saturday Evening

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit redundant for a dance, but Town Hall wasn't having any of that. The whole place was decorated to look like a dance club, complete with funky blue mood lighting and laser lights. Glowsticks were optional, glitter was everywhere and might or might not be an excellent excuse for boykissy, and the music tracks tonight seemed to be a selection of Marvin Gaye and Barry White music... Along with a selection of songs from Lords of Acid.

One did not question the dance. The dance knew what music the students needed today.

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"Right," Anders said,and went through his own contortions trying to pick something he'd be wiling to eat in front of Kathy. "Oh, they have those taco things!"

Anders had never heard the slang. Next to everything else, fish tacos seemed like an innocent (and delicious) choice. He filled his plate with several.

"Fish tacos? You're about to eat--" Kathy was just going to flush a brilliant scarlet and look away. "Never mind."

Because otherwise she was going to have to explain that and she just didn't have the words.

Anders already had a wad of taco in his mouth before Kathy's reaction registered, and he was left to chew and swallow before he could say anything at all.

He did it quickly.

"It means something filthy, doesn't it," he sighed. "Don't tell me. Andraste's flaming --"

He bit his fist before he could finish where that curse was going.

"This week is the worst."

"I didn't say anything," Kathy mumbled, guilty. Because yes, yes it was exactly that.

"Welcome to the worst week on the island, population: everyone."

"Well, at least we all have to be in heat together," Anders said, philosophically. "Makes it go down a little easier."

"...There are too many comments I want to make to that," Kathy said. "Though I'm not sure that it is good if it's all of us. If it were just me, I 'd be uncomfortable, but at least it would be just me. Instead it's everyone, which means that anything could happen." She licked her lips. "If you really want it, I mean."

"And if you can find somebody to agree," Anders pointed out, moving the plate of unfortunate tacos in front of his chest so he wouldn't do anything stupid either. He couldn't look away from Kathy's lips when she licked them like that, and the fading memory of what she'd tasted like filled his mind in an uncomfortable way. "Not that that'd be hard for you. Pick a willing victim and...."

And go act out some of Anders' entirely too vivid mental movies.

Kathy flushed again, nervously playing with her hair. "You know, I'm almost tempted to go see if that's actually true..."

But it was pretty much a bad idea. Right? Not that Kathy was entirely sure that he was correct, but dammit, she was almost tempted to see if he was.

"But that could just lead to really, really bad ideas. Fun ideas. But bad ideas. I mean, could you just imagine what it would be like if w--"

SHE WAS JUST SLAMMING THE BREAKS ON THAT THOUGHT RIIIIGHT NOW.

Anders didn't think his proposal was actually a bad idea, assuming everyone involved was available and willing, but he was perhaps not the best source of romantic advice.

"Yes," he said, answering the question Kathy hadn't quite finished. "Much too well, unfortunately. Maybe we should --"

He vaguely gestured with his free hand. He meant 'stop talking for now' but he couldn't be sure that cameacross.

Well, Kathy's first thought was that he meant something dirty. Then she realized that was probably the pollen talking and guessed the proper meaning. In no small part because she had also decided that not talking anymore was the best idea.

"I'm, umm, gonna finish these out on the dance floor," she said, gesturing to her cherries. "I promised Sparkle I'd tear up the floor and I see Minako dancing by herself out there. Good talking to you, Anders!"

It wasn't an escape, really! No matter how much it looked like one! It was more an expedited and graceless exit--toootally different.

"Bye!" Anders hollered after her, chipper, and then thanked the Maker that was over.

He needed to find Nathan. Or possibly an empty restroom stall somewhere for some alone time, and then Nathan. Whatever it was that he needed, it wasn't to be found talking to a girl he'd made out with once and was still rather terrifically fond of.

This week was going to be the death of him.

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