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Animal-Balancing Contest (evening, FHT - first floor lobby)

Rory arrived in the lobby balancing a tank with a wee turtle in it against one hip, a box from J,GOB in the opposite arm, and a flying puppy on a leash leading her.

She tied Vladdie to the leg of a table, set Yoda's tank and the cake down, and looked around to see what she still needed to set up.

[~~Yes, even crack-addled ideas like this need OCD threads. Wait for 'em.~~ They're up, but play on the contest itself won't start until 5:30 EST.

ETA: And yes, it originally said it was in the afternoon. This is now set about 8:30 PM FHT.

SON OF ETA: You can eat cake now. Rufus is here!]

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"Well, you never flingenated- god dammit- flinged with Molly, either."

"I said I wouldn't grope you during the dance," Cameron reminds her and holds up his hands. "They'll remain above waist and above clothes and I'll be a real gentleman."

"You think so?" she asks.

He shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets cause it's safer like that. "If you want them to."

"Did I say that?"

"No, but I thought his was implied." He tilts his head. "You're free to reconsider, though. I'm open to suggestions."

Jaye coughs. "Really?"

"Uh huh," he smiles and might for a moment check for Rory before he says, "Try me."

"Not in the middle of the lobby," she grins.

"We don't have to stay here," he points out. The smile's not going anywhere.

She opens her mouth to say something, then says, "Being good, being good, being good. Gah."

"Right," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Sorry," he says sheepishly and he's not so sure why he's having so much trouble behaving.

"No apologizina- apologizing," she says. "We just suck."

And he's right back to grinning. "No, we really don't."

Jaye blushes. "DIRTY," she accuses, then facepalms, because... yeah.

He'd be blushing if he wasn't too amused by Jaye's blushing. "Sorry, I'll behave now." He promises. Well, he'll try anyway.

"Until the next time we talk, anyway," she says, shaking her head and wondering what the hell.

"Sure," he can live with that. "So, you going to compete?"

"...Apparently I agreed to do it while I was drunk off my ass," she admits. "I'm obligated."

"Oops," but at least it means she really does owe him a dance. He bounces on the balls of his feet and looks away for a second to check on certain interuptions. "Want a good luck kiss?"

"Quick, while Rory's not looking," she tells him.

He can move pretty damn fast if he has to. One hand on her hip and he leans in to kiss her gently. Justa brush of lips and he's pulling back because Rory might jump them.

"If I win, it's all your fault," she tells him, smiling.

"I can live with that," he smiles back and belatedly realises where his hand is. He pulls back and bounces just a bit.

She shoos him away. Cuz it's safer that way.

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