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Welcome Dance - the Gym

The streamers and banners are up. So are a zillion multi-colored helium balloons.

The floor is cleared, and the bandstand is up at the north side of the room, ready for Dusted Bunnies to take their places.

The refreshment table, with the (as yet) unspiked punch is in place. There are chips and stuff as well, Chex mix, a few nachos and some guacamole.

Party on, dudes! And welcome to Fandom High.

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Zero takes a long drink from the water bottle on the edge of the stage. "Ask away!"

"Do you think you and your band can play Nickleback's Photograph (http://www.lyriczz.com/lyriczz.php?songid=20241) for me? There's someone I wanna slow dance with. if you can't, I understand." he added, hopeful that she could.

“Hold that thought.” After a rather long conferral with the band, in which Toby seems to be trying to teach Zero chords, Toby hands Zero his guitar and Zero says into the mike, "All right, this is a special request. Emma says it’s new, which would explain why I don't know all the squalling words. I’ve been listening to a lot of Pirate Radio—if you want ‘Little Bunny Foo Foo’ I’m your girl--so we're gonna let Toby have a go at it. Let's hear it for Toby, guys." She winks at Victor before relinquishing the mike.

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if It's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it

So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me...

[ooc: By the way, you TOTALLY rock for doing this for me! And so does Parker's mun, since she approved it. :)]

As with ~~all~~ most modern music, Walter had no idea what he was listening to. But it was slow, and he'd seen what passes for slow dancing, which looks more than easy enough since it mainly constituted standing very close to the other person while holding him or her in one's arms.

He pulled Victor out onto the floor and put an arm around his waist. "I don't think this is quite the right music for a waltz," he said into Victor's ear.

"No, it's not," Victor said, putting his hands around Walter's own waist. "But it's nice, isn't it?"

"Yes." Walter smiled, his nose inches away from Victor's as they slowly moved in time with the music. "You just keep teaching me new things."

"It's been a lot of fun," Victor admitted.

"He leaned over to Walter's ear and whispered. "This is one of my favorite songs, you know. I figured you wouldn't know it, but I hope I can make it special to you just the same."

Compared to what he'd seen Pip doing with Chiana earlier, this wasn't terribly intimate, Walter reminded himself. It wasn't easy to remember with the music in his ears and Victor held in his arms.

"Thanks," meaning far more than just the hug. "A lot."

"Anytime, Walter," Victor whispered.

As the chorus prepared to swell for the second time, Victor lifted his head from the other boy's shoulder and looked into his eyes intently. A pit grew in Victor's stomach, and he he began to tremble a little bit at what he was about to do. But he couldn't hold back any longer. It was the right place, the right time...and the right guy. "We're in the middle of a dance floor with about a hundered people around us, watching us slow dance," he nervously began. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again, giving Walter the most intent look he could muster. "Would you mind if I kissed you?"

No, that was not a sudden bit of fear. And if it was, it definitely wasn't getting its way. There wasn't a single person here who could give either of them a hard time about it without being forcefed the words. Walter probably wouldn't even have to lift a finger, either, knowing some of the good people he'd already gotten to know here.

He felt the sort of giddy feeling he'd felt the first time he'd jumped out the open door of a airplane. The twenty or thirty reasons for and against were weighed and discarded in a blink before he silently nodded.

Gently, Victor pressed his lips to Walter's tasting once more the sweetness of the other boy. Plus mint. Victor's head swam, and once again shocks were jumping through his body, electrifying his senses. His hands traveled up Walter's back until they rested on the sides of his head, where they lightly caressed his hair.

Walter closed his eyes and tightened his arm around Victor's waist, sliding his other hand up his back to press between his shoulderblades, drawing them together. He forgot about dancing, but still swayed slightly with music as he caught Victor's lower lip between his lips and lightly dragged his teeth over it.

Victor shuddered at the sensation, and didn't care that something inappropriate might be accidently rubbing against his dance partner. He extended his tongue a little and licked the top of Walter's lip.

Walter opened his lips with a quiet sigh and pressed his fingertips into Victor's back, drawing their bodies together as he slipped his tongue over Victor's into a quickly deepening kiss.

Victor was falling. He was falling down and down into a deep well of pleasure, and he couldn't stop himself. He leaned into the kiss, using his tongue in the best way he knew how, all the while running his fingers through Walter's hair.

Walter slowly pulled away and exhaled shakily, leaning his forehead against Victor's. "Uncle." A slow grin spread on his face, "Have mercy on a boy."

Victor was just as shaky, and he smiled bashfully. "Anytime," he said, resting his head on Walter's shoulder as they swayed.

Walter gave Victor one more gentle kiss on the lips before leaning to put his mouth by the other boys's ear. "Can you get me a copy of this song and show me how to play it?" He'd have to say that Victor had succeeded in making it special.

"Sure," he replied softly. "I have a lot of other songs for you, too, if you want..."

"We should listen to some of them." Walter slowly began to remember that they were supposed to be dancing. "Do you want to go someplace else?"

"Well, if you don't mind," he began, blushing, "We can go up to my room and listen to some of them."

They were okay. Victor had already made his position on sex clear. They weren't going to be doing too much. Right.

Walter nodded and grabbed Victor's hand. "Let's go."

[ooc: already there :)]

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