Baltimore, Wednesday night

[sharp_as_knives]

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!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Once we've fulfilled our apparent duty, Hannibal agreed, amused.

[furnaceface]

//Our solemn task as the new people in the club, to dance with all those who offer? Quite the duty,// Jono mused as the music started and once again he started to dance. //I'm going to develop some sort of complex if people keep offering, though.//

Yes, Jono. That was called, 'self-esteem.'

[sharp_as_knives]

I'll be certain to inform you if your head is getting too big, Hannibal answered dryly. Until then, try enjoying the compliments.

Honestly, Jono.