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Valentine's Day Dance. The Gym. 8.30 pm

The gym was decorated, the DJs were playing, and the punch was not yet spiked.

Fandom High's Valentine's Day Dance had begun.

[ooc: OCD threads ~~coming~~ are up. Post ~~before I've finshed and I will burninate you.~~ away! :)]

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"I'm not very good at it," Josh warned, "but I'd love to." He stood up and held out his hand.

Susan smiled and got to her feet. "Don't worry, it's been years. And I've no wish for them to point at the School Counselor as a 'nerd' who's trying too hard." She took his hand and swayed with the music as they walked out to the dance floor.

I haven't traveled this far to become
No man's woman
No Man's woman

Josh was muttering to himself, "This hand goes here, that one there..."

Properly situated, he smiled at Susan. "Okay. Here we go. Apologies in advance for anything that happens to your feet."

"Apologies accepted, as long as you don't mind any clunkiness on my part," Susan said. "And one, and two, and three..." She rolled her eyes at herself. "And wouldn't this be so much easier with ballroom rules?"

"Probably wouldn't help me much," Josh said, leading Susan with, well, not great aplomb, but at least in a credible well.

"The inaugural balls are more about getting drunk and mocking Ted Kennedy than dancing," he said.

"And what has that particular Kennedy done to be so mocked?" Susan wondered, following him and at least keeping her balance. "Oh, I'm sorry! Was that your foot?"

"I've got two," Josh said, smiling, "Not a big deal." He moved them away from a couple of students. "And in this particular incident, Senator Kennedy had gotten good and drunk and was intent on leading the 1500 donors packed into the Kennedy Center in the Macarena." He shuddered dramatically. "It was horrifying."

"I actually know what that is!" Susan said triumphantly. Then she frowned. "Oh, dear. I'm afraid that mental image is fairly terrifying." Dimpling, she said, "Was security called, or did someone hustle him out with a stern word to whomever let him get so drunk?"

"Sadly, neither. The Secretary of the Interior joined him and then all of the staffers were given the stink-eye until we joined in." Josh gave her a wry smile. "Then we moved on to the next ball. There were, um, thirteen that year."

"You weren't being paid enough. Whatever it was, it wasn't enough," Susan informed him, chuckling a little. "Thirteen balls in a row. Even when I... well. I spent some time at a royal court. As a child. And thirteen in a row must have been murderous! No enjoying it at all, I should think."

"They were pretty much a blur," Josh said. "Nothing to remember but half-finished drinks, bad dancing, sore feet and the President giving the same speech thirteen times in a row."

He raised an eyebrow. "Royal court, huh? Ever run into Lord John Marbury? He's a pain in the ass."

"I shouldn't think so. Unless he's over sixty, in which case, I suppose I might have," Susan said, her lips quirking. "But it wasn't the English court. It was a tiny place... I don't suppose it exists in this world, any more," she said, her voice becoming sad, even though her face stayed serene.

"Lord John Marbury is 437 years old, I'm convinced of it," Josh said, "and it's far better if you never meet him. He'd hit on you. It would be awkward. Except that he can apparently get away with it because he's all, you know, British about it."

He pulled her just a little bit closer. "What was it called?" he asked. "This place of yours?"

Dream had said it had been real, in its own way. And if she could find the courage to say it, maybe she could find it again. "Narnia," Susan said softly. "It was lovely. But I had to leave." She shrugged. "The war, you know."

"Narnia," Josh repeated. "Sounds nice. And you had to leave because of a war in Narnia? Or here?"

"Here. World War II." She widened her eyes at him, then smiled. "I've just realized I can talk about it without sounding insane. Thank god for the vagaries of Fandom. I'm sorry, it's a rather freeing thought." Susan laughed. "And perhaps I *have* met your John Marbury then, although I can't say I remember it. But perhaps he was using another name! You shall have to introduce us, and he can tell me if I've aged or not."

"I have a vampire for a TA," Josh said. "You living through World War II doesn't even hit the top ten on the weirdest things I've heard." He rolled his eyes. "And you'd remember if you'd met Lord Marbury, current Ambassador for Her Majesty the Queen to the United States. He's a complete drunk, for one."

"Ahh. Then no, no complete drunks with British accents posh enough to be an ambassador have crossed my path. A few who could have been undersecretaries, though."

Susan smiled and said, "Angel is your assistant, then? I keep hearing about him, but I've yet to cross his path." She shivered a bit. "And I'm not certain I wish to, at this point. I've heard too much about the other vampires in town; even though I've bene assured he's no threat, I find the idea intimidating."

"Well, I'm certainly not inviting him to visit," Josh said, "so you'll just have to live a long and fulfilling life without knowing him."

He smiled. "Aww, Donna's not so bad. I'm pretty sure half of my Campaigning class went out vampire hunting a few weeks back, but that is so far from my realm of experience that I wouldn't even know where to start a lecture to them."

Susan smothered a giggle at his vehement refutation of Sir John Marbury, then cocked her head as he spoke of Angel. "Donna?" She widened her eyes, mouth twitching. "Just what kind of relationship do you have with your TA, Josh?"

"I know a few of the ones who went out 'hunting' - and they're so self-possessed, I don't quite know what to say to them either. Except that I wish they'd involved adults other than your TA."

"My old assistant's name is Donna," he said. "So I call all of my TA's here Donna. It confuses them, so that amuses me."

Josh nodded. "Involving an adult would be good. You know, one that knows what they're talking about because I'm completely out of my depth on this sort of thing. I didn't know this stuff existed six weeks ago."

All of Susan's knowledge is twenty years and another lifetime in the past, but she still wishes she'd known sooner. "True. Although I believe our Dean was in the military; if this comes up again, I think I shall talk to Zoe, and ask her what is to be done." The song ended, and Susan smiled. "Right, then. Enough attempts at grace for the evening. I think we should leave the floor to those with more youth and less shame."

Josh smiled and let his hands drop. "Thank you for the dance, Susan," he said. "We should definitely spend more time together."

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