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[recoined]

CHARACTERS: kimberly hart & you!
LOCATIONS: all around the city!
WARNINGS: n/a (yet)
SUMMARY: spooky and sweet october shenanigans! open starters galore!

↪ i dip, you dip, we dip.

( the first class is held on a weekend afternoon in the sunny dance hall of doo wop's, the worn maple flooring newly polished for the occasion, chairs and tables pushed aside to leave plenty of space cleared for a group to learn steps and passes and turns.

kimberly comes early, well before the start of class, before instructors begin to corral the group into smaller clusters or pairing off partners. it gives her an opportunity to stretch against the barre, to adjust to the feeling of the floor under her feet as she bounces on her heels; the sprung flooring offers more comfort than the hard surface of the gym classroom where she teaches, though it's less forgiving than the natural texture of grass and dirt she remembers from so many football games back in angel grove.

feel free to join her for warm-ups, or perhaps you're in need of a partner — just be sure to let her know if you prefer to lead or follow. )

↪ shop til you drop.

( sure, it's technically a ball, but at the end of the day, it's a fancy party with dancing and food and all the people you know. therefore, as far as kimberly's concerned, this is basically just a grown up version of prom — and just like prom at home, this one would require finding just the right dress.

on this particular day, she's mostly interested in scoping out her options. there are plenty of dresses to choose from, from little black numbers and long white gowns to everything in between, and she's tried on at least a dozen thus far with nothing in particular standing out. it's a little overwhelming, if she's totally honest, but she'll prevail.

she has to. she can't just show up to the big to-do in just any old something, after all.

should you happen to join her in front of the next rack, maybe you can help her find something new to try on. or maybe you'd like to offer your critiques in the dressing room, with its unforgiving 360-degree mirror. don't worry, she can take it. )

↪ wildcard

( want something different? feel free to throw something at me, or hit me up at semicolons or supergirl#2740 for a custom starter if you prefer. )

Comments

shop til you drop because them dancing hurts me too much

[unhesitating]

[ so the thing is, zack faintly remembers— definitely remembers— that kim said something about needing to find a dress. zack also remembers that he didn't want to be dragged along to help her choose. mostly because the idea smacked of every gay stereotype ever and because honestly, he's not the best judge of clothes.

however, he happened to be nearby the place where kimberly was looking for something completely different when he sees her in the window hemming and hawing over various dresses. which is why after a small moment of deliberation he ends up walking in the door and attempting to sneak up on her. ]

You know there's this black and pink one near the back.

[ is he being serious?

yes, actually. mostly because it's actually a pretty dress to him. probably not to her but his tastes are not hers. ]

everything hurts me

[recoined]

( she really does try not to let people surprise her, but between the varying shades of black and grey and cream, kimberly's a little distracted. which might explain the undignified yelp as his hand skims over her shoulder, voice cutting through the rolling commentary in her head.

she turns towards the sudden touch, locks of hair whipping against her jaw and, but she's smiling all the same once she realizes who it is. ) Jesus, Zack. Give a girl a heart attack, why don't you?

( pink and black isn't normally her color choice, but what the hell. lead the way. )

You're lucky I'm in a good mood. Show me the dress.