First Floor Rec Room, Sunday morning

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Dave had recently had a passion stirred within him. A longing that had but one name: TAP. Well, it probably had more names. Hoofing, for one. Tripping the light fantastic for another, if you believed synonym.com. But it was a passion that was, admittedly, kind of embarrassing and extremely noisy, so he tried not to practice it in his room for fear of Topher or neighbors.

That's why he was in the rec room practicing right now. Slightly out of the way but still putting himself out there for encouragement and, perhaps, bonding with fellow semi-hidden hoofers. There was just one problem.

Breasts.

Dave didn't have a whole lot in that area this weekend, but a little was enough without the proper undergarments and while tap dancing. He hadn't yet figured out how to adjust for extra bits flopping around wildly. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it felt true when he couldn't get a traveling Maxie Ford right. The breasts were the only explanation. He didn't know how, but they were throwing him off completely.

So never mind the guy cursing the very existence of his breasts while making noise by stepping awkwardly around the rec room. He was just practicing.

[OOC: Do yourself a favor. Never read descriptions of tap dance moves on Wikipedia. Just YouTube them. Anyway, open!]

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Sam had been wandering around the dorms when she heard a familiar sound coming out of the rec room. One she certainly did not expect to hear on the island -- not without some sort of "everybody dance now" curse going on, at the very least.

She peeked in.

"I'm gonna guess you're really not usually a girl when you do this."

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"Nope!" Dave said, completely messing up the toe pick and then shuffling his feet in noisy disappointment. "What gave it away?"

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"You're not wearing a bra," Sam noted. "Or at least you're not wearing a very good one." And she'd had to help her boyfriend into a loaned bra last night, which put her into the "he's not usually a girl" frame of mind.

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"Oh. Yeah, I can see how that would be a giveaway," Dave said. "I don't really have easy access to lady's underwear at the moment. And I figured this would be over by the time I was done hiding under my desk."

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Sam looked around the room, noting the distinct lack of desk. "Is that what you kids are calling it these days?" she asked. "'Cause it looked more like you were doing a traveling Maxie Ford."

Yeah, that's right, the badass of iCarly could identify tap moves on sight.

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"I stopped hiding out yesterday," Dave said. "...Wait, you know tap moves?"

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"It's how I won the Miss Teen Seattle Pageant," Sam said, and managed to knock out a decent time step, considering the fact that she was wearing sneakers rather than tap shoes. "Well, that and 'cause I'm awesome."

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"Really? I thought for sure you'd use this as proof that I'm a nub or something," Dave said. "I'm glad I was wrong."

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"Nah, tap dancing is cool. Now, if you did Scottish highland dancing or something. . . ."

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"Oh, god no," Dave said. "It's tap or nothing for me. Well, regular dancing too, I guess. If I'm actually at a dance or something."

[hurtingzeebo]

"How'd you get into it, though? I'm pretty sure you weren't a pageant girl."

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"You remember that day a few weeks ago when people were singing and dancing?" Dave asked. "All I did was tap dance. I really liked it, so I started practicing once everything was back to normal."

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Sam blinked. "You've only been doing it a couple weeks?" She nodded slowly. "Okay, I have to admit I'm somewhat impressed."

Tap dancing wasn't exactly easy, yo.

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Miley was just coming in here to watch a yoga video, but...

"...huh?"

She was very confused, Dave. Very confused.

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"Oh. Hi, Miley. How are you?" Dave asked.

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Miley was staring.

"Dancing girl who looks like my boyfriend in a cheap wig say what?"

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"You didn't listen to radio yesterday, did you?" Dave said. "All the boys are girls this weekend."

"... Surprise!"

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"And that's... not a wig."

She was just making sure! It was a really ugly wig hairstyle.

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"I guess you don't care for the style?" Dave asked.

Bodyguard stuff NFB, la la la

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"Nooooo," Miley said vigorously, shaking her head. "My bodyguard would not have let you walk out of the wig store looking like that."

Why Miley had met her bodyguard at a wig store was a question for another day. Or for now. Possibly now.

Re: Bodyguard stuff NFB, la la la

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"Yeah. Unfortunately, this is just the way my hair was when I woke up yesterday," Dave said. "I'd actually prefer it if it was a wig. At least then I could take it off."

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"Me too," Miley said, looking miserable. He was her boyfriend, okay? Boyfriend. "You could cut it?"

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"Do you really want to know what that will turn into when I'm a boy again?" Dave asked.

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"Oh, sweet niblets," Miley groused.

Miley was wise.

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"I can't really argue with that," Dave said. "But I also can't just hide in my room until this is over."

Topher was probably in there, after all.