give me one good reason [Jez]

[sin]

Dancing. Whoever's idea it was to set standards, to make shows like, So You Think You Can Dance, and turn the rather pleasant activity into a chore of choreographed horror, well... Those were the next people on Sinclair Gabriel's list of people to take down. Right after the prefects. With his brow furrowed in concentration, Sinclair traced the tip of his pencil along the line on the page, trying to decipher what movement was being conveyed.

A thin trail of gray etched over the ink but did nothing to ease his bafflement of the choreography. Staring intently also did nothing to help. With a sigh of frustration, he slumped back against the bleachers. With eyes closed, he tried to visualize the drawing as though he was going to move with it. That was when it hit him. This was so easy! Jumping up, he fearlessly bounded down the stairs and jumped down to the polished gymnasium floor. Excited, he kicked off his shoes, letting them hit the edge of the bleachers. Then he moved closer to the center of the auditorium, sliding in his socks against the slick floor.

"I would promise to love you now, but I would lovingly let you down.

[/color]" Came the siren's voice as he tried to imagine the room being less awkward with the addition of music. It didn't help, and he quickly silenced himself as he moved less than gracefully across the floor.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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It wasn't long after classes had ended the school halls slowly emptying out as the kids went outside for a few rays of sun still high in the sky. Bridget smiled to herself as silence filled the air around her. It was nice going since she came from a teacher holding them late for being to loud and not doing their work. Totally a viable reason doesn't mean she had to like it being cooped up in a room with a bunch of people she didn't like.

So slipping off her flats she walked through the halls bare foot with her long blood red sleeves rolled up to her elbows and her white jacket slung over one shoulder. Yes she felt much more comfortable even though she was in one of horrible things called skirts. She was just about to head down another hall leading to the dorms when a faint sound caught her ears. Stopping in place she listened to the beautiful music leaking from the gym. Without really noticing it she turned around and fallowed the trail of silver notes still hanging in the air.

Bridget was standing outside the gym doors when the notes trickled to an end, blinking her electric eyes a few times to clear her mind she looked at the door handle. Well she was just going to have to investigate now wasn't she? Opening the door she dropped her flats on the ground and her jacket soon fallowed on top of it. Tucking a pink strand behind her ear she looked around the nearly empty gym. Near the center there was a rather good looking boy with blue-green streaks in his dark hair.

"Do you usually dance- and i use the term loosely- alone in the gym after school?" She inquired speaking up. Placing her hands hand behind her back and tilting her head she smiled pulling off the innocent look rather well but in her words you could hear a small amount of mischief.

[sin]

"Why yes, yes I do. You must not come here often,

[/color]" Sinclair replied, without missing a beat as though he couldn't have been less surprised that he wasn't alone now. He did turn to face her, stopping his movements with a small smirk tugging at his smile, threatening to replace it. It was hard not to smirk in near delight that such a pretty girl just happened to wander his way. Sinclair, with his siren song, was used to getting his way when he wanted it badly enough. Right now, her staying was important to him.

"Do you usually dress for dancing to visit a gym after school?[/color]" the siren voiced male tossed back, referring mostly to the skirt, though he could see how the red shirt and white jacket would also look stunning on a stage if she were to dance for people. Perhaps a talent show would give her the chance. Sinclair tried to chase away the thoughts, focusing instead on keeping the conversation alive.

"Considering your critical take on my dance, I'm open to your suggestions.[/color]" Sinclair extended his hand out, leaving it up to her whether she'd come closer and take it. He hoped she would simply because he couldn't think of anything she could be doing that was any better than dancing in the middle of the gymnasium with him. That and he didn't like to be alone. At least her tone wasn't serious- there was something almost challenging to his ears. That mischief, like she was giving him the okay to tempt her into devious deeds. He could oblige if she was really willing.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Well this was a pleasant surprise having someone bantering with her once more. It hadn't really happened since the last time she had see Zane since he was the only one who really was able to banter with her. "If i did wouldn't we have met already?" She replied taking a few steps closer to the boy. She tugged at the top of her hat a simple military styled black hat.

Looking down at her regular school uniform she smiled a bit her skirt flicking around mid thy. Yes she supposed the skirt could be considered dancing attire. Looking back up she shook her head, "No not usually but i thought i'd shake it up today." Not taking a moment to pause she twirled on her heels once as the skirt flared out a bit and her pink hair flicked her cheeks. "Great timing no?" Bridget asked when she stopped and looked up at him. It was ironic since she hated that part of the uniform but it came in handy for this particular situation.

Well his dancing wasn't the best and it wouldn't be Bridget like if she hadn't said something about it. She was a bit surprised when he extended his hand taking a moment to think if she wanted to. Bringing up one hand to tap on her cheek she created a pondering expression for him. "Well what else do i have to do but dance with a complete stranger?" She answered closing the distance between the two and placing her hand over his.

Thinking back to the small bit of a dance she saw she couldn't quite think what dance he was trying to preform or if he was simply dancing for the heck of it. "What were you trying to accomplish dancing wise?" She asked tone slightly quieter now that they were closer. Bridget knew some dance moves, classic and what was popular today. So there was a possibility that she would be able to teach him something or other.

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"No, because that means you're assuming I frequent this place often. I don't.

[/color]" Sinclair shot back. "I'm one for being around people.[/color]" And his procrastination with his homework usually left him holed up in his room, telling himself he'd do it. When he didn't, he stayed up until he went to sleep making empty promises. Not an effective system, but still one that kept him from being quite as social as he'd hope.

"Good for you,[/color]" Sinclair grinned. Uniform or not, thus far he'd met several girls who preferred the pants over the skirt option, though technically the pants were meant for males. Yes, the girls that would select pants were in the minority as far as he'd observed, but they stood out. So his point remained- classes were out, and she was in her skirt still. That was something. He watched the movement of the skirt with a slightly upraised eyebrow when she twirled, feeling only slightly like she was doing it for his benefit.

"Nothing, of course. What could be better than this?[/color]" Sinclair answered calmly, happy to have her hand against his. He attempted to lifted his hand with hers up higher, placing another hand on her back in what he thought was a fairly traditional dance position, at lest for slow dances. All the while the smirk that tugged before was now obvious against his lips. He stayed still once he had her there, not quite as interested in dancing as he'd been before she'd stepped into the room if all things were being admitted. It was just nice to savor the moment.

"The Beguine. I was googling it- like, rumba, folk dancing, and French ballroom dancing. It doesn't involve French kissing, which I suppose is their loss... It was a challenge from a certain egotistical classmate that I learn it, so they drew me a diagram, but I don't get it." Sinclair gave a small shrug as if he couldn't care either way now. He didn't want to pressure her, and he didn't want to have to do anything ridiculous in front of her if the dance called for it, so he wasn't going to force the idea of her helping him, though helping him would save him a lot of trouble later on.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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It seemed he found the one glitch in her statement, one that had in fact crossed her mind briefly. Oh well so not everything she said was full proof but what be the fun if it was? "True, but weren't you implying it from the previous statement?" She questioned her own small smirk forming on her lips. She was meaning the 'you must not come here often' after all that seemed like he was here often enough for it to make a difference. "Ah it all makes sense now, i on the other hand will talk to anyone who can take a little sarcasm."

She just grinned and stepped a bit closer to him as he placed a hand on her back. At least he wasn't a total lose she had seen some people who didn't even know this much. She had never taught before except dancing with her friends which always ended up with them laughing like idiots on the floor. Though Bridget did notice the smirk she said nothing to it she usually had one on her own face.

She laughed quietly, "They're loss or your's?" though not giving him much time to respond before nodding to his description. "I've seen that one and i think i remember most if not all of the steps. Heads up we're starting a little further in the dance as i don't quiet trust you to dip me yet." The grin placed on her rosy pink lips grew slightly. "So step to your left and then slid right moving forward." She pulled away from him slightly stay about a foot or so away from him in the proper form.

"After that you continue in that for eight steps but add a slight twist of your hips in it." Bridget guessed that would be a little difficult to word and picture the right away so she demonstrated swiveling her own hips. "After that we pull apart to arms length but lets try the first eight steps alright?" It was a fairly simple dance when you knew it but on a picture it would be difficult to read. So it was understandable that he had difficulty reading it, not to mention he was in need of a partner. She pulled at him a bit starting to count out the steps, " One... two... three...