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Fandom High School Host Club - Sunday, February 10 - Music Room: Late Afternoon

On this particular afternoon, soft classical music could be heard throughout the Music room at Fandom High. Tamaki had brought with him a small stereo and had been sure to have plenty of waltzing music on hand. In addition to the music, he'd brought two stacks of handouts, which he stacked neatly next to the stereo.

Tamaki smiled at everyone as they filed in, then bowed low in greeting.

"My fellow students and brand new hosts," he said cheerily, "Welcome to the Fandom High School Host Club's second ever meeting!" He smiled and gestured to the first stack of handouts. "First of all, I would like each Host to take a look at these basic lessons in etiquette. You will all be expected to behave like gentlemen while you are in the club! Do not forget," he winked. "I would also like all of you to see me when you have a moment, for I shall be taking costume theme suggestions for upcoming meetings." He turned to the guests. "I shall also take costume theme requests from the ladies, if they have any ideas," he added, with a disarming smile, "For their input is the most precious of all. Our aim is to delight!"

"As I mentioned in my e-mail earlier this week, you will all be learning to waltz today. A gentleman is graceful and light on his feet, Hosts," he said smoothly, sweeping his arm through the air as he spoke and stopping it in front of the second stack of papers. These are your dance step diagrams. Study them carefully, then choose a dance partner and give the waltz a try! I will be watching, and please do ask me if you're unsure. Give it your best effort! On occasion, the Host Club will have parties, and parties require dancing!"

After a moment, he grinned and cocked his head to the side, raising a hand to his chin. "I would like to add that I am also available to dance, and honored to do so, should any of the lovely volunteers feel lonely or wish to test my skill and grace."

He raised his hands and clapped them sharply, beaming with glee as he did so. "Begin!"

[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up. Post is here for everyone who loves to dance! The Host Club is seeking volunteers to waltz with the Hosts and the music room doors are wide open. Please come and dance with us!]

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Annette stood off quietly by herself, waiting to see if anyone would ask her to dance.

Look, someone was approaching, all danceful. "Hello, Annette, You look well this afternoon. Care for a dance?" He was so showing off.

"Hello, Jack," she smiled. "I would love to dance and wow, don't you dress up nice." Annette herself was wearing a very pretty off white dress that would enable her to dance very easily.

Jack did not give her a low whistle. It was... uh... the wind. Somewhere. These drafty old buildings...

"You look great!" he said. He picked at the lapel of his jacket. "What, this ol' thing?" he said with mock seriousness.

Annette winked at him. "Thank you."

Grinning, she asked, "So, you know how to walt?"

"Sorta. I've had a few lessons, but not like this stuff," he said, thinking back over the packet. "But yeah, I can dance." Sort of.

"I was taught these social dances from the time I was a little girl. I know them all so we should be able to have a good time," she said, very confident.

"I see you wore your steel-toed heels," he joked. "Waltz is simple. Three beats, guy leads, nothing too intricate. ~~Just leave a space for Jesus.~~ Think we can manage?"

Annette held her hand out to him. "I think we can manage just perfectly. Just never mind my steel-toed heels," she teased.

"If you think you can keep up," he teased back, accepting her hand with a bow. "I think we can be good partners."

For the waltz. Totally, for the waltz. Yuh huh.

She moved in closer, one hand moving to his shoulder, the other held securely in his. "I love this, Jack. I'm glad I came tonight."

He placed his free hand on her waist, making sure it was well within the good guidelines, trying not to take in her scent. "I'm glad I could be of service," he said with a smile. "It's not often I get the company of such a beautiful woman."

It was part smarm, part Host Club playbook, and all Jack.

Annette's perfume was light, enticing; Chanel's Coco Mademoiselle was her favorite and she wore it exclusively. She blushed at his compliment and lowered her lashes. "Thank you, though I can say that it is not often I get to dance with such a handsome guy."

That just made Jack go all 'aw, shucks' inside. Aww!

"Pleasure's mine," he said, ~~leading her on~~ leading her around the floor to the beat. "I clean up nice, you think?" he asked, giving himself the once over. "Not compared to you, though. Must say," he said, leaning in closer to murmur in her ear, "that you don't look just as good last thing at night or first thing in the morning." He pulled back, blushing slightly. "Just in case you were in doubt."

"Yes, you do. You clean up very nice," Annette told him, looking him over as well as she could given their position in the dance. He surprised her by his next comment and while his words teased her ear, Annette felt her face flush warm. "Jack... thank you, but don't feel you have to keep complimenting me. It's not necessary." She bit her lip, noticed his blush, and added, "Unless you just like to because you're really making me feel good."

"No, it's...I...The club states that we should be polite, so I really shouldn't be saying some of it, but... it's true. And I like saying it. You're real nice, Annette. You just...seem a bit sad lately, and I don't like you sad." He danced for a moment. "Do you want me to continue? Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Was trying to make you feel good."

Oh, look, dancing. Dancing was good. Two people dancing, nothing more. Really.

She lowered her lashes. "I will admit to being sad lately, but I'm working on trying to change that. I... broke up with my boyfriend and am doing my best to get over it. I'm not uncomfortable," she gave his shoulder a light squeeze. "Honest... I just don't want you to think that I am the type of girl that has to have nice things said to me all of the time."

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