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The Beach, Friday Evening

The weather was still a little cloudy in the evening, but it was warm enough that hopefully people would still feel like partying. There was certainly enough food for a party, along with cool drinks and equipment for beach games like beach volleyball. Or beach dodgeball. Or beach something-else-with-balls because the residents and alumni of Fandom tended to be a creative ~~and violent~~ lot.

As the sun went down, the tiki torches came out, so there was no rush to head back indoors. It was time for an evening of fun!

[Here is your pre-reunion party! *boogies*]

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"Oh?" Jaime said, his head coming up for a moment to look at her. "Dance class?" He didn't let go of her hand, though.

Whew. She'd been about to drop her plate and offer him her other arm, too!

"Yes! I learned the Flamenco and the Salsa and the Bachata and of course the Texas two-step." Momoko giggled. "Oh! And the Merengue. I'm not as good at that one." Hmm.... was she missing one...?

Jaime blinked. "Sounds like a pretty intensive class," he allowed, shaking his head, clearly impressed.

"That's why I kept missing so many dates! We had lots of classes and she made us do reading on each of them so we could understand them!!" Ugh. Just remembering it all made her tired.

"We didn't get perfect at them, just the basics, but the place we were going to have dinner has a dance floor and I was going to take you dancing for a surprise and show you!"

A slow, warm, rather interested smile spread across Jaime's face. "Really?" he asked. "We were going to Salsa?"

He still had her hand, but his eyes were entirely focused on Momoko's face by now.

Then he noticed the light blush coming over her face, didn't he? He'd zeroed in on the one dance she'd been practicing the hardest at.

"What? You don't enjoy the Two-Step?"

"It's fine," Jaime said, a stray thought returning some of his attention to Momoko's hand.

Which he raised to his lips for a soft kiss. "I'm just more interested in the Salsa at the moment."

"Well, my new dancing dress is pretty easy to move in. I could be convinced to Salsa."

"Convinced, you say?" Jaime looked down Momoko's arm at her face. "And how would I go about doing some convincing?"

She had to laugh at that, despite her continuing blush. "I don't think there's going to be a chance for us to salsa here, you know."

Had there even been a dance scheduled for this weekend?

"We could try," Jaime pointed out. Though the sand wasn't really the best surface for a precise dance like the Salsa. At all.

"Not in these shorts!" duh! "Though if you want..."

She stepped in closer and swayed gently, barely. "When it gets a little darker we can find a spot, Scarab can play some radio, and we can slow dance a little before we go back to the hotel?"

"I don't know," Jaime smirked slightly. "I like those shorts..."

"And that sounds like something totally worth doing."

She moved the hand he was holding to her back so his arm went around her and rested on those shorts. "Yay. I do like dancing with you."

Jaime's fingers shifted ever so slightly. Touching Momoko always sent a little thrill through him, and he couldn't help but smile. "We don't do it very often," he pointed out quietly.

"That's why I thought it would be a perfect present. Especially since I had the chance to take the class."

"Well, not you've ruined the surprise," Jaime teased with a grin.

"But you still want to go, don't you." She totally knew that expression he'd had.

"I suppose it does sound like a pretty great idea..."

"Then you forgive me for breaking all those dates?"

He'd already forgiven those, but... "Well, it's a start. But you're going to have to work really hard to get forgiven the rest of the way," he teased, waggling his eyebrows.

"Well, I worked extra hard on my lessons. I hope that will work." Oh! "And I got a new dress and shoes. Just for your birthday."

"You did, did you?" Jaime asked, not really trying to hide just how... interesting that sounded.

"I did. And the dress fits reeeeaally well." He'd possibly seen it when searching her wardrobe... if Mrs Wilson had let him. "Do you think that will get me off the hook?"

"I want to say yes, but I'm afraid I'll have to hold off on answering until I can see some visual proof of your claims."

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