TJ had been at the party for a while by this point, hiding in the back and trying out his dancing moves before anyone noticed that he well, had to practice. It was time to get out there though, and like heck was he going to do it alone.
It took him a few minutes to figure out what to do next, but when he did, he was all about it. With a straight posture and a straighter mask TJ went up to the first girl available and held out a dance.
"Do you uh. You know...?" He asked as he made the 'shopping cart' motion, hoping that would imply 'dancing' well enough.
Ella had come solo to the dance, hanging around with Jenny and some other girls for some time. She'd been thrilled with the Homecoming results, it had pretty much been a normal dance. When someone behind her started talking, she turned curiously, though her facial expression couldn't be seen under her mask.
Her giggled slightly, taking TJ's hand happily. "For sure! Let's do it" she said excitedly, pulling him into the dancefloor.
A mouse and the Devil took the floor as TJ tried his best not to make a total fool of himself. Thankfully it was not a slow song and thus, TJ did not run as great a risk as stepping on her feet as before. He did, however, look like his dance moves where pre-Hitch moves.
"Great party, yeah?" TJ was so perfectly verbose around pretty blonds. Can't you tell?
Yep, TJ was a little nerdy, but in an endearing way rather than the unhygenic, body odour sort of way. Even his awkward dancing was adorable. It was probably a good thing Ella didn't embarrass easily.
"It's been awesome" she said earnestly, nodding eagerly. "I was hoping my sister would get Queen but you know, Rowan is still totally great anyway, you know?"
Hopefully TJ didn't smell too bad, he was wearing what your boyfriend could smell like after all. And, if a bald black man wearing a towel on TV couldn't speak the truth- then what was there to believe in anymore? He continued to dance with a bit more confidence as soon as she didn't leave him in her dust. There was a bit of a dopey grin when he replied, matching his excitement with his voice.
"I know- your sister?" He paused then, and tried to peek behind her mask. "Which one are you? There ain't a lot of siblings here."
Ella cackled and lifted up her mask momentarily. "I'm Ella. Or I could be lying, you know?" She smiled broadly, it felt like TJ was loosening up slightly.
"You guys need name tags." He nodded at this summation and raised both hands to address the glasses that were taped to the sides of his mask. "Really? They're uh. Just glasses. Are you a pirate mouse? Or a yacht rat or..." The idea that she was a pirate was way to awesome to hope for but none the less, TJ sent a quick prayer up to whoever was there for it to be so.
"Oh wow, a pirate? Do you think? Shouldn't I have a wooden leg or something? I think I'd like to be a pirate" she said, smoothing down the sailor dress affectionately.
"I was going to be a giraffe, but strangely the giraffe mask wasgone when I went into town. Have you seen one wandering around?"
"Uh. Not yet?" He paused and pulled up his mask to see better, trying to spot spots over the heads of his classmates. "If I see one though, I'll be sure to let you know!"
He took a step back and tried another dance move, letting the devil's face stay staring at the ceiling as he took in her uh. Well her dress. And what resided below. "You look like a really awesome mouse. Really."
"Thank you" she beamed, totally proud of her outfit. "You make a great..Devil? Do devil's usually wear glasses?" She teased him slightly, poking her tongue out.
He was turning a bit red at the comment about his glasses, and before he knew what he was doing- the mask was off and he was tugging the glasses off as well. "I don't know! But uh. I don't need them..." He just was no longer able to see her face. She really could have been the other twin for all he knew.
Ella laughed some more, taking his glasses and holding them up to her own eyes. Everything went blurry suddenly. "Wow. They're pretty strong" she stated, putting them back on his face.
"They're really cute! I have glasses. They don't have any lenses though. Is that weird?"
Oh. Em. Gee. Ella had just A: taken his glasses and B: touched both he and said glasses. Tonight was going AWESOME. If he, well. Didn't pass out in the very near future.
"All the stronger to see you with!" He tried, then reached for her hand to twirl her. "No. Not weird, I'd do that too if I could get away with it."
Was he okay? He was looking a little peaky. The punch had been pretty gross earlier, maybe it was that? She let him spin her anyway, enjoying the way her dress spun our prettily.
"Hee you know, you're not a bad dancer. You've got good rhythm."
Yeaaaah, no. He hadn't touched the punch provided, preferring his own jungle juice when he could manage it. She was just so PRETTY and actually TALKING.
TO A GIRL. TO HIM. A GIRL. TALKING TO HIM. Best. Night. Ever.
"It's 'cause I got someone who ain't bad neither." He replied, laughing a bit. "Maybe it's the shoes, yeah? Good luck shoes or something?"
Ella gasped teasingly, and looked down at his shoes. "I totally bet you're cheating. I bet you charmed your shoes so you'd be the coolest dancer here. Scandalous!"
"Nooo" He laughed and took a step back. "I meant you charmed yours! Right? Yeah!" He was laughing by now and pushed the glasses up back the bridge of his nose.
"You charmed your shoes so I would dance... that makes no sense."
"Not much sense" Ella said, shaking her head in defeat. "I think we left sense back at pirate mice. Sense is overrated anyway."
They danced a little more, the song changed to a slower number and she put a hand on his shoulder. "Clearly my cheerleading prowess is rubbing off on you, you know? It would make anyone a great dancer. Truly."
Oh sweet zombie BeJeebus. A slow dance? If there is a god, then he is either vindictive, cruel, glorious or Denzel Washington. He squared his shoulders to the best of his ability and placed both of his hands on her hips and middle. All he had to do was... one hand, one hand away from bum. HE HAD TO RESIST.
"That's gotta be it. It's the magic of uh. Mice, your hair and cheer leading. That's the only reason I can think of."
"Or, maybe you just have a natural talent" Ella offered, swaying side to side. Was he leading her? She wasn't sure, but no toes were getting hurt in the process and it just felt nice.
"Usually I'd be limping by now. You should get like, a prize or something. Totally."
They were just uh. Swaying. He was holding her and they was swaying- so in theory, he supposed he was leading? Oh holy cornflakes, he was dancing with Ella Perry. "Maybe. Yeah?"
"I'll take that prize later, an IOU alright?" Now though, he was over-conscious of both his and her feet, trying to keep them as separate as possible.
"Right!For sure." Ella danced with him in silence til the end of the song, relinquishing him and grinning. "You should totally spread your awesome moves over the floor. Like, dance with some other lucky girls, you know? I should find my sister." She smiled and grabbed TJ into a warm hug, squeezing around his neck before letting go.
"I totally want to dance with you again though!" She called back as she made her way through the crowd.
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