brobeforehos | 002 ⇨ do a little dance, get damned tonight

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[Mae's face smiles slightly at the camera before she sets it down on a solid surface. Behind her, the City Square. She has her hands on her hips and facing the camera with a little grin-smirk.]

Just so you know, Tavi - at least when I'm dared to dance, I don't do it hidden. [She takes a deep breath.] Well then. Pretend there's music.

[And then she closes her eyes, and starts to sway. In her head, there's music, and it moves her hips in an undulating movement, and makes her arm raise to the sky. It starts as rave music, loud and full of drums.

And then it slowly evolves. Turns quieter, then harder, more drums, a piper here and there - and the steps feel familiar; Mae is following them inadvertently, as if she'd had them memorized. Summoning demons with no circle. She's taking the third step, her arms raised to her sides, head thrown back, hair waving in the breeze, when she notices what she's dancing. Her eyes snap open, a small moment of panic, checking for - a voice, an evil laugh, a crawling sensation up her skin - something. When she doesn't find it, her shoulders slump, and she stops. Turns back to the camera, a little more serious, and picks it up.] There's your dance. In front of the Square.

[And turns the connection off.]

[ooc; Octavian dared her to dance in the Square. She'll take a while to answer, until she recomposes herself. Action and video are cool.]

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[Pulls him closer and somehow assumes the leading possition in dipping him down this time.]

I must say I agree too.

[That is because Mae wears the pants in all her platonic and non-platonic relationships, right? ... But Jamie is okay with being dipped, and spins her around when he's back in a standing position. Two can play at that game.]

You're not too bad yourself, of course. Those French girls wouldn't have known what hit them.

[She is spun and laughs easily at it, throwing her head back in pure joy.]

I like to surprise, cherie.

[Annnd then he'll allow himself to be lead again, since Mae really is the better dancer out of the two. ... Unless Jamie is drunk, and then he has serious moves.]

That is not news to me, mon... frère? [No, no, wait. That is brother.] ... er, whatever.

[She's just swaying for a moment, until Jamie tries his hand at French smooth talk. Then the eyebrow goes up.]

I didn't think you'd be confused about my gender, of all people.

It's not the gender I was confused about, it was the French. [Don't judge him, Mae, he hardly ever does his homework. In his own words, he's not smart at school things!]

I see. [She grins again, and spins him around once more before stopping.] Alas, sailor, we might gather a crowd this way.

Gather a crowd? Since when have you been concerned about crowds gathering? It might be our big chance at fame and fortune.

That's what I meant. Look alive and boogie.

Should I accompany the boogie with some vocals? [Thoughtful pause.] That would probably just scare everyone away.

...no. That'll be fine. We can make them hear music with our dance.

You're right. It would be much less like nails scraping on a chalkboard.

Right...[Jamie and singing...should be a subject preferably avoided and changed at the fastest moment possible. Like right...now.]

One of these nights, we should hit the jazz clubs.

002 ⇨ do a little dance, get damned tonight

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