2nd Floor Common Room, early afternoon

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Johnny Castle set up his record player. Amazing that it was just there. And playing the music softly, he sort of laid around, waiting for his first dance partner to show up. Sometimes he hated his job. He had great ideas, he just never got to push them.

Today however, he might get in a bit of his own kind of dancing. What? If no one was around to tell him otherwise, he'd damn well do as he pleased.

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Kirsten grinned back, very impressed by his moves. "I'm not sure," she said. "I'm not even sure what this place is."

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"Me either," he said, keeping her thigh between his own. "I just know I got a job to do."

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He was a little bit forward, she decided. But it was okay. "What kind of job?" she asked, wondering why he was listening to such old music.

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Yes, he sure was. Dirty dancing was exactly that: dirty. "Teaching others to dance." He moved his hips, kept his hand splayed low across her back.

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Dirty dancing was a little bit of a turn-on, too, Kirsten decided. "Well, you're certainly very good at dancing."

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"Thank you," he grinned, working his hips in a gyrating motion against her. "Put your hand on my hip..."

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Kirsten did as instructed and tried to move her hips in time with his.

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"You're a natural," he mused, holding her close.

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Kirsten giggled a little. "Thanks."