Dancing! Mimmi loves dancing! Unlike some things, dancing only ever gives her good, happy memories. Like back home when her parents taught her how to before the war. Or the times they heard something good on the radio while they were hiding. And even back on the ship during parties (when they didn't end up like that last Halloween party, augh), like the masquerade. She'd always been good at it.
So the opportunity to learn a few different dances was an offer she couldn't refuse, no matter how terrible she'd been feeling lately.
Logan was just having himself a walk, when he happened across the bower. He peeked in when he heard the music and was going to duck out the minute he saw the dancing. Oh hell no. Mimmi is spotted out of the corner of his eye and...well he can't resist a pretty girl. So he'll stroll up to her just long enough to see if she wants to ditch this and go makeout do something else.
So the opportunity to learn a few different dances was an offer she couldn't refuse, no matter how terrible she'd been feeling lately.
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"What're you doin' in here?"
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"Dancing, of course. Are you here to join in?"
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He looked around. Do you realize the only reason he's going is to get drunk?
"The hell are they doing, anyway?"
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"One of the local dances."
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"You just gonna to watch?" Go show 'em watch you got, Mimmi!
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Mimmi grabs his arm and tugs him toward the crowd. Determined Mimmi is determined.
"I simply do not have a partner yet."
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But here he is. On the dance floor. With Mimmi. Oh god.
"I didn't come here to dance." And yet he's not leaving. Go figure.
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