Shut up and dance

February 26, 2016:

Wanda drags Gabriel to a night of dancing.

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Fade In…

Saturday night. The time when young people should be out and about socializing and dancing and drinking. Wanda and Gabriel are young…probably…so ergo it is time for 'I Love the Nightlife'.

Wanda is a bit anxious still. Not the most social of butterflies…even though she loves to dance…she stands nervously at the door of a swank Manhattan nightclub. "I think we have to wait to see if we're good enough to get in" she explains to her companion, holding his hand tight as she looks up and down the line. "It is silly…and horrible…but it is how they decide things." She is dressed in a scarlet skirt and black t-shirt…scarlet jacket over that of course. "I hope you like dance music" she smiles up at Gabriel.

This concept of 'clubbing' was rather confusing to Gabriel and it was only after he found a reference to it on the screen (computer) that he was able to really understand what Wanda was wanting to do. In his mind, it was some kind of festival like occurance and thus he needed to fit in with the other goers; so low and behold he is not in his normal jeans and T-shirt. He is in clean jeans (still with holes in a few spots) and a newer shirt that is too small for him; but all those pictures had other males dressed like that. He even has forgone the hat that he's grown quite accustomed to.

His own hand squeezes Wanda's back as he looks about the line. "It is a large number of people waiting to attend this place. It must be worthy of the attention since we are to be judged before entering." If the concept bothers him he's not showing it, then again his next words may explain why. "I do not see how they would not judge you worthy to enter. You outshine the rest of them." The 'them' are nodded to politely as the other females about.

His ears, picking up the music sounds from inside has been; well he's polite and Wanda seems so excited so Gabriel manages a smile to her. "I am very excited to experience it. I do not know if I will like the music, but the experience I am anticipating much."

Wanda blushes at his comments about her worthiness. "I think we should see if you need glasses" she smiles at him, "But thank you for saying that." Wanda leans in against him and gives his hand another squeeze. Then it looks like they're up. The doorman looks them over with something approaching a sneer before he taps Gabriel on the shoulder. "You can go in. She has to stay. We've got too many chicks for now." Then he's moving on to the next possibles.

Wanda puts on a brave smile. "Okay then. You go on in, Gabriel and I'm sure I'll get in once a few others have come out. We don't want to miss your chance to see what the world is like, right?"

Gabriel squeezes Wanda right back and is about to say something to her when the doorman rejects her. There's a few moments where he seems utterly shocked. Gabriel looks at the doorman for a few moments then looks back at Wanda and his head is already shaking when she speaks. "I will not experience this without you. This is what you wanted, and I would not see you disappointed." Still holding her hand, the feeling of Gabriel's own shaking a bit starts. Turning, he looks at the doorman and approaches.

"I find your statement unacceptable. Both of us would like to enter this location. If that is not agreeable to you, then neither of us will enter." He's sounding as firm as he can without being threatening. A squeeze is given to Wanda's hand and then he manages a smile to her.
"It's okay, Gabriel, no need to get mad" Wanda smiles, placing a comforting hand on his chest and partially pulling him away from any confontation. "There are other placeswe can go. We only need the music, right? And…you know…each other."

The doorman doesn't seem too perturbed by Gabriel's threat. "Then fuck off, see if I care" is his succinct response.

"No need to be rude" Wanda glares at the man before firmly taking Gabriel's hand. "I have a better place to go. Come with me" she offers before trying to draw him away.
Gabriel is looking at the doorman for several long moments until the feel of Wanda's hand on his chest, hr pulling of him and soft voice touch him. Finally his eyes drift down towards her, the barest hint of purple hue in them that fades quickly. "All we need is music and each other." He echoes the words back in a soft whisper before nodding his head. "I am sorry. I don't think I have a temper but when he spoke ill of you." Reaching up, Gabriel brushes her cheek and moves to give Wanda a quick kiss.

"Now, this other place, it is where you would like to go?" He adds with a smile, completely oblivious to the doorman, or the line of other people or really anything else other than his company whom he happily allows to drag him away.
Wanda returns the kiss, smiling happily when it breaks before she nods at his questions. "Yes, much better place" she assures him and off they go from the bright lights of Manhattan nightclubs to the lesser bright lights of Little Ukraine. And just beyond that is Little Transia. So little it is basically one alleyway. But there is a bar on the corner where more traditional music seeps out and into the street.

"Here" Wanda smiles as they reach the door. "These are people who come from where I come from. Some of them might not like me. Some of them might like me a lot. But they are my people." She pushes open the door and they are greeted with a crowded bar with musicians playing in one corner and a dancefloor alive with dancers. Wanda starts clapping in time almost immediately. "Come on, Gabriel!" she yells over the music, "Come and dance with me!" He's being dragged again…this time to the dancefloor.

Gabriel follows Wanda through the streets of New York to their destination, making talk about things he notices while walking and never letting her far from him. He probably would have been completely ok spending the evening walking the streets just with Wanda however as they get to the area where her people are from, and then the introduction of the bar they are about to enter he readies himself.

Friends, allies? No, what greets Gabriel is something he wasn't expecting and it shows on his face. There is a look of confusion, surprise, and unexpected things at the music, the decor, the style of movement. However the look on Wanda's face causes him to smiles as well, to beam back at her as he nods. Following her, dragged by her, Gabriel heads to the dance floor before the admision comes, "I have never danced before!" He calls it out over the sound of the music.

Dancing here seems to resemble a tornado set loose. "Just follow the ryhthm!" Wanda yells at him as they reach the dancefloor. "Move however you like. There are no rules in dance!" At which point she starts spinning around him, laughing and holding our her hands for his. "I hope you don't get dizzy!" she smiles, her feet clicking hard on the wooden floor, stamping and jumping as she dances. It seems she knows all the traditional moves…she is a gypsy after all. Soon Gabriel has an audience. A few tables clapping in time for the stranger to give him a 'beat'. To urge him on. To let him know there is no shame in enjoyment.

At least the people of this bar will have a legendary story to tell, the night they really did see a dancing fool because that is the best Gabriel can manage. He is a bit awkward, his steps are off time more often then not and he dreads to think of the people's feet he has stepped on. But through it all, he is smiling. It isn't a smile that is originating from the fact that he's discovered his true calling as the lost member of River Dance, rather he's smiling because his eyes have seldom wandered away from Wanda.

For some time he puts in good effort to try to mimic what he sees others doing, to mirror his movements to hers and to simply attempt to be in a situation here it isn't a complete train wreck but there certainly are a fair share of derailments. Finally he breathes to catch his breath at the end of a song, "Your people… they are festive." He calls out to Wanda as his hands fall to his knees to help stabilize him against the dizziness.

At least the people of this bar will have a legendary story to tell, the night they really did see a dancing fool because that is the best Gabriel can manage. He is a bit awkward, his steps are off time more often then not and he dreads to think of the people's feet he has stepped on. But through it all, he is smiling. It isn't a smile that is originating from the fact that he's discovered his true calling as the lost member of River Dance, rather he's smiling because his eyes have seldom wandered away from Wanda.

For some time he puts in good effort to try to mimic what he sees others doing, to mirror his movements to hers and to simply attempt to be in a situation here it isn't a complete train wreck but there certainly are a fair share of derailments. Finally he breathes to catch his breath at the end of a song, "Your people… they are festive." He calls out to Wanda as his hands fall to his knees to help stabilize him against the dizziness.
Wanda laughs and grins as Gabriel does his best; fools are more like than wallflowers after all. Perspiration makes her skin glow and clothes dampen - it's a very energetic dance. And when he stops she is happy to stop with him though in a little better condition. "They are festive because they are sad" she explains, perhaps confusingly. "When you are sad, you have nothing to lose in being happy." Makes perfect sense to her. "Come, we shall sit down and have a drink. One of those nasty drinks I warned you about."

Taking his hand, Wanda leads him to a table against the wall and then gestures to the barstaff. They seem to understand. She slides onto one of the bench chairs and pats the space next to her. "You sit here and we can cuddle as we eat and drink. Da?"

Gabriel, catching his breath rather quickly is lead around again and when Wanda indicates the space to sit next to her, he does so, sliding in next to her comfortably and looking around. "They are sad… so they have nothing to lose in being happy." He repeats the words as if trying to comprehend them before nodding. "So all they have is hope left?" He asks it, turning to look at the Witch. "All we have left is hope, so we just hope? And dance?" He adds the last with a grin. "This is what it was like growing up for you?"

"We rarely had a roof over our head when I was growing up" Wanda explains before shrugging. "I think 'hope' is a nice way to say it. That we can still be happy when all is pressing down on us. It is 'hope'…and it also strength. It shows we will not bow down. That whoever oppresses us will not win because we can always dance…always be ourselves whatever they try to say."

A waitress brings over a tray of mead, in tankards, and food, selected meats and vegetables. Depositing it she moves away and Wanda picks up one of the tankards. "This is mead. It is alcoholic which means it will affect you…or maybe not since we do not know what you are. Some people it affects nice, some people not so nice. I hope it will be nice but if you do not like it then you can stop drinking it. Okay." She raises her drink. "Cheers, Gabriel. To a future we do not know but can hope it to be good."

Gabriel looks at the tankard and lifts it up to Wanda. "Cheers?" The inquiry is made as he is merely mirroring her actions with the glass. He gives it a tenative sniff and then tilts his head, "Familiar," comes the comment to Wanda as a small sip is taken as if to sample it before nodding, "Not unpleasant but … it is not milk either." Of course he's only had that once or twice as well in her presence. "I will not let this affect me. I cannot risk it…" A pause then he grins, "I cannot risk losing control, da?" He does like to mime her accent from time to time when it is not around others.

"A future we do not know, a past we will discover and face." He adds his own little addendum to the words. "I am perhaps a little hopeful that they will be able to help me. But I would not leave to stay with them, I am glad they agreed to let me remain where I am."
"And I am glad you stayed too" Wanda smiles, "Though I thin you are too far from my room." Another blush and a warm smile before sips her own mead. "This is made of honey" she explains, "From bees. No, not unpleasant. Beer…that is unpleasant." She offers him a coy expression. "Oh…there are times you can lose control" Wanda whispers innocently, her big green eyes admiring him. It's the dancing speaking. "Eat up. You will need your strength in here."

"My strength? For what? Continued dancing? Yes I will most likely need strength for that." Gabriel responds to Wanda looking back at her green eyes while wearing his own sheepish smile. "This is far superior than anything the other location could have ever offered." The tone is so genuine as he says it, again reaching to sip at the mead carefully. "If I drink to much of this, will you be able to carry me back?" He can't help but grin at the teasing thought.

"I probably could" Wanda nods with confidence. "I would use a magic spell known as 'call a cab'. It is able to take people anywhere…if you make the right sacrifice of money" she giggles before she gets into the food and drink with fervour. "And, yes, you need strength for dancing. Though I think we will be dancing all night…and not just here." She's hopeful at least.

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