A Club in DC, later Friday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

The doorman had been mildly suspicious, but between a combination of good forging skills and alien-fu, he couldn't find a thing wrong with their IDs. With the additional help of two pretty, dressed to kill blondes smiling at him, he really had no choice but to let them into the club.

"Well we're not in Fandom anymore," Isabel said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Who's ready to dance?"

[For the date. And the other two people on the date. Of their own. Nothing kinky happening. Move along...]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Stop that!" she laughed. "Later. I promise. Do you see why my mom hates this dress?"

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[blessed_twice]

"That's funny, I love it," Wyatt said, grinning at her.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Gee I wonder why? I'm just glad we actually made it out the door." It had been questionable for a moment.

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[blessed_twice]

"It was pretty touch and go there for a minute," Wyatt agreed. "Or, well, touch and stay."

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Tempting. But I want to dance." She looked longingly at the dance floor.

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[blessed_twice]

"Sounds like a plan to me," Wyatt said, standing up and offering her his hand.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel got to her feet and took his hand. "My gallant knight."

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[blessed_twice]

"I can't be a knight tonight," Wyatt said. "Knights don't dance. Not like this, at least. Except in that one movie." He squeezed Isabel's hand and led her to the dance floor.