The Princess and the Farm Hand

Taylor had managed to sneak out of his room for the dance. It took him quite a bit of evasion and slithering out of the boy’s dorm was one of the most intense things he had ever done on his own, but he managed it and without a second thought he was back in the main building or rather, he had managed to get into the back entrance and blend in with all of the other dance goers. How you might asks? Well before entering the building he had parked himself in a pair of bushes and managed to damper himself up. See, before the dance he had managed to convince another student to toss a book bag in the bushes a few yards away from the school for him, after that it was all cake, though getting dressed outside was something he may have considered doing more.

Making sure his pants were zipped he managed to make himself look decent in a simple but sleek looking emerald suit; The top consisted of a green blazer, over a white shirt accompanied by a green bow tie whilst his black dress pants covered the top of his all black loafers.

So far he managed to fit in and once the mass of students poured into the designated area he straightened his tie and departed from them to the back of the room. He kept a look out for any teachers and once he caught a glimpse of the closest thing he thought resembled a teacher he reached in his pocket for his plan A disguise: Pomade. Yes, out he pulled a small tin of pomade marked by a skull combing a head of black hair it was perfect.

Quickly, he flipped open the lid and scooped out a dab of the blue gunk with two fingers. Closing the tin and popping it back in his pocket he rubbed his hands together and slicked his hair back. It took him one or two tries but eventually his hair would stay back in slicked back, most importantly clean looking, fashion.

Silk suit, green tie, and brand new shoes, Taylor Martinez was a sharped dressed man but if he wanted to blend in even more he needed to look the part of inconspicuous... He needed a date for the night. This took him to part B of plan A disguise sunglasses. No one would know him as the potential bigot if he hid himself even more and thus he’d produce a pair of sunglasses. He’d pop them on and straightened himself up as he went looking for someone to dance with for the evening.

Strutting his stuff towards the punch table he had spotted something that caught him off guard, he had stopped on a dime when he saw her; long blue locks filled his vision. He was more or less looking at the back of her head but still he was perplexed just enough to look like a gaped mouth idiot. Just as fast as he lost it he recomposed himself and slicked up to the lass by the punch bowl.

He decided to slide beside her which was a mistake since when he got there he bumped into the table and held his side, no doubt bruising himself, still not wanting to give himself away he offered the bluenette a cool smile if she looked his way and offered her a hand, “Hey, wanna dance? If not I’m afraid I’ll have to call heaven and tell them one of their angels is missing.” smooth Taylor activated.

Three things just happened: One he likely just hurt himself sliding into the table, second he was certain that she may have been the most beautiful woman he had ever met and most importantly third he did not expect her to say yes to dancing with him. Never in one million years, he expected there to be flying cars and talking animals before someone like her said yes to someone like him. Then again, the latter was true wasn’t it?

“Y-you’ll dance with me?” almost as if it was on Que his hair partiality fought the binding of the pomade as a single lock poked up into the air, “You and me? Dancing? Forreals?” his eyes widened, the lone hair on his head stood straight and a small lump formed in his throat. The pomade muse have worked.

Without hesitation he took her by her hand, a gentle but well placed grip and led her to the dance floor. Without any means of communication he immediately took the lead his right hand drumming along her side as a firm hold would run down her waist, he’d stand chest to chest to her and in proper ballroom etiquette they would began slow with a waltz. It was a simple step, to step movement his feet would move lightly as they maintained pace surely this was how one danced in a ballroom. THEN AGAIN TAYLOR WASN’T A BALLROOM TYPE OF GUY!

in a bold move he’d dip the girl downward and upon rising back up he’d spin her just once and let go. Once apart he’d begin to salsa dance, no rhythm, BUT FIRE in his movements as he paced forward and back. “C’mon mama show me what you can do, lets show these folks a ballroom blitz.”

All went well, though she gave a reaction similar to the one he expected what she did next put him in awe. She began to move fluidly, the music went through her not just spreading through her body no but she was becoming one with the song! One with... The salsa much to Taylor’s amazement. Whilst he did simple, one two steps forward and back, rolling his shoulders in his own off rhythm way she had gone light years ahead of him. Every move, he tried to keep up only to have her out dance him. Finally, once he was out of breath she’d show him some mercy.

Blue, what he had gone ahead and nicknamed her, had gotten more intimate in their dance. Their bodies pressed against one another, her rear just barely pushed against him and as soon as he tried to get back into the dance she had stomped on his toes making him stifle a swear and flinch in pain. He’d hop on one leg for a moment as he held his aching toes,”Well then, I had no idea my dance partner was such a fox on the dance floor.” he complimented. At that moment he had known he had gotten himself into something. Not that it was a bad thing, he liked the fire she had shown.

He’d open his mouth to speak about another dance but it seemed she’d have none of it as she stormed off. Close behind, Taylor tried to keep up pace. Eventually, the two would make for a more reserved part of the dance, tables had been set and some other students were chatting and seeming to have a good time yet Blue’s mood had been the only one that seemed down.

Concerned, Taylor took a seat, turning it backward and sitting with his arms crossed on the back, “A penny for your thoughts?” he asked in Spanish, that accent she had put on before had been too authentic to have been for play.

“Or should I just be the guy who got ditched by the most beautiful girl at the dance?”

Melody 15 XP = 740 total XP

Taylor 12 XP = 12 total XP