Baltimore, Wednesday night

This had been a close runner-up when they'd been women; now that showing off was (slightly) less of a priority and they weren't looking for trouble, it was in the front by a bit.

So, here they were at this converted church that promised lovely wooden dance floors (which was an advantage) and no rude people (which was only a slight pity).

Hannibal grinned at Jono and held out his hand. "Shall we?"


[NFB due to distance, unless the squirrels hitched a lift to go swing dancing. I won't judge!]