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Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

The main campfire had been turned into a tropical paradise... without the tropics. There were leis and grass skirts to wear, tropical music playing, a buffet table, and the infamous Limbo Stick of Destiny, an artifact brought back to America from World War II. Noody knows what happens when a person wins a limbo competition involving the Limbo Stick of Destiny, but several experts on the subject suggest that "absolutely nothing happens except maybe you win a little trophy."

It was party time at the Fandom High Summer Camp.

[OOC: OCD is up. Yes, there is pig, poi, and sometimes the band will switch from generic tropical music to 60's beach movie music, or maybe reggae, or Raffi. They're unpredictable like that.

The luau takes place during a long break in the rain that

fh_weather is reporting. Yes, I'm modding the weather. Admin privilege.]

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Peter led Willow onto the dance floor with a grin.

Willow followed. "I hope you're not expecting anything formal. It's been a while since I've gone to a ball. Like, forever."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "I'm horribly shocked, you know."

Willow then proved how much being a king wasn't going to get him special treatment by grinning and replying "Oh shut up."

Peter laughed and ~~totally modded the music~~ said "I think we need to take advantage of the fact that it's a song I actually recognize." He placed his left hand on the small of Willow's back, "shall we?"

"Sure," Willow said, a soft smile on her face.

After a few measures, Peter looked down at Willow. "You dance well," he said. "Not that I didn't already know that after dancing with the dryads."

"You too," Willow said. "I like dancing. Back home I'd spend a lot of time at the Bronze. The music wasn't exactly like this, but it was fun."

"The Bronze was like a dance floor?" Peter asked uncertainly. "I like dancing too." He flushed slightly. "We do it a lot at home. It's not as strange for men to like it there."

"More like a ballroom," Willow translated. "Only very much not as formal. We'd go there to hang out, eat, listen to the bands, that kind of thing. Also? Occasionally fight vampires."

"It sounds like fun," Peter said with a grin. "I can see why you'd like it."

"I don't think there's anything like that here in Fandom," Willow said. "Which is a shame because we could go if there was."

"There's Caritas," Peter offered. "Though I don't think that's exactly what you're thinking of. They have a zombie band that's apparently held together with duct tape."

"But no dancing," Willow pointed out. She gave him a little smile. "We could still go if you wanted."

"But no dancing," Peter agreed. "I'd like to go with you one evening. And there shall be no singing."

"You'll definitely like going with me if there's no singing," Willow said. "Much more than if there was."

She may have moved just a tiny bit closer. You know, to make sure other people had room on the dance floor.

"I would like going with you no matter what. Singing or not," Peter said. "But I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable with the singing."

He may have held her the slightest bit closer as well. But not because the floor was crowded.

"I'm a horrible singer. There's panic, voice cracking. Once I even passed out. I can lip sync with the best of them, though. The point there being that there's no sound, so nobody has to pray for the end of the earth so they can stop listening to me, because actually they're listening to the CD, or the tape player, or the TV if that's what's being used at the time, not that MTV plays much music anymore - "

She might have been babbling a little from nerves, but they were the good kind.

Peter waited out the flood of words with a small affectionate smile.

Willow finally wound down when she realized Peter probably did not want to hear her talk about singing along to 'Shake Your Love' back when she was younger. "Um. So. Yeah. Caritas would be fun."

"Maybe next week then?" Peter asked.

"I'd love to," she said.

"Me too," Peter said with a smile. "We'll see the zombies and hope that Aeryn's not bartending."

"Why wouldn't we want Aeryn to bartend?" Willow asked.

"She throws drinks at people," Peter said. "Seems like a waste of a drink and clothes."

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