Two Prides = Disaster on Dance Floor
Dressed in his favorite blue tux and clashing red tie, Roland presents his invitation that had been folded inside his jacket pocket.
“Oops” he chuckles nervously as he hands the envelope over to the bouncer who gives him a dismissive look. Opening the invite to compare Roland’s name to the list, the bouncer removes the purple velvet rope and waves Roland inside without even looking twice at him. The lanky, anti-social doll walks towards the big gold-gilded doors of Angora’s hall in which a doll dressed in a suit opens the door for him.
The gala was decorated in yellows, purples, and greens with butterfly themed ornaments hanging everywhere. As soon as he stepped through the door he was offered a complimentary butterfly mask. Surprised, he accepts the gift, “oh! Um, thank you?” Roland twirls the sparkly mask in his hands as he begins to explore the gala.
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Beatz was only thankful he started getting ready earlier than planned because thanks to his littermate, he went through, what? Five suits?? Before he settled on a dark purple tux with striped black and dark blue tie. His locs was for once twisted in a braid down his back as he approached the bouncer with his invitation.
The bouncer took a double take upon the sight of his name on invitation and Beatz kept his sigh inwardly. He could understand the double take at his appearance but he disliked it when people didn’t think it was possible for the street dancer to clean up so nicely…. It was lowkey infuriating.
Swallowing his irritated pride, he offered a polite nod and entered the venue as he easily took the purple mask offered to him before he made a beeline for the bar to help himself to some Sinnamon Whiskey. It always made for the best drink as he bun-watched.
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Roland took a glass of champagne from a waiter holding a tray full of glasses. The music was playing low as people entered the venue, greeted their friends or colleagues, and settled down at tables or hit the buffet. Perusing the various finger foods offered, Roland picked at the silver trays but was ultimately feeling nervous to be there. Looking down at his almost empty glass, it was certainly time for another…or two. Roland approached the waiter again and snagged two glasses from the tray.
Embarrassed, he mumbled some excuses such as “it’s for a friend”, “I lost my glass”, “I swear I’m not an alcoholic”. He repeats this a couple times before beginning to feel warm and less anxious. Making his way over to the dance floor he observed the other buns dancing; some with partners, some enjoying their alone time. He awkwardly stands at the edge of the dance floor and sways in place.
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Beatz easily nursed his drink as he watched others mingle both on the dance floor and around the food. Occasionally a waiter would stroll past and he would help himself to some finger food which were rather delicious by the way. He was rather enjoying just watching others, keeping an eye on his littermate from time to time.
However, a gray bun would sometimes catch his eye, a Pride with Perky Ears. Beatz noticed them taking drinks repeatedly and keeping to themselves. He clicked his tongue in amusement as Beatz moved away toward the buffet to grab a plate full of small food to munch on.
By the time Beatz had settled back near a counter with his food and drink, he noticed the Pride bun from earlier standing at the edge of the dance floor. This will be interesting to observe. He could only hope nothing embarrassing would occur.
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A pink busty bun brushes up against Roland, enticing him to dance with her. He tries to refuse but she takes him by the arm and presses her breasts against him.
“Oh pleaasee, cutie!” Virdia coos, giving Roland her large sparkling eyes. He awkwardly chuckles as she leads him further onto the floor. “Don’t fret, baby”, Virdia winks, “I’m used to being a leader~.” She finishes the sentence with a seductive tone. The live orchestra began a fast pace classic tune in which Virdia grabs Roland’s hand and places it a little too low on her waist. Virdia flings her own hands over his shoulders. The pair shabbily move around the floor, Virdia attempting to lead the tall bun but Roland kept tripping on his own feet while stepping on Virdia’s. The two looked like a four legged monster made of limbs stomping about, very ungracefully. Before the music had a chance to conclude Virda pushed back from Roland.
“Uh, sorry dear but you’re really starting to cramp my style” Virdia states, a pitiful look on her face, “why don’t you join that little group over there who’s also having a… difficult time.” She pats him on the arm as she stalks off looking for her next dance victim, leaving Roland a little red-faced in the middle of the floor. He shuffles towards the edge of the floor again hoping nobody was paying that close attention.
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“Dear Murmur, that was embarrassing” a familiar voice piped up next to Beatz and he glanced down as a corn fritter was swiped right from his plate and into the mouth of his amused littermate, a pink-haired Glassy Greed petite doll. She had slid right up to him while he was watching the wreck that was the dance between the pink busty doll and that awkward Pride doll.
“It was… He’s been drinking quite a bit and I have no idea where she came from, Ballini” He sighed softly as Ballini shook her head with a soft laugh.
“Why don’t you be a dear and go step in? Help that poor guy out, Chord?”
“It’s Beatz and I just might…”
With a groan, Beatz popped a few finger food into his mouth before handing the plate over to her as he moved over to the embarrassed Pride doll.
“That was a little embarrassing to watch” He offered a small smile “I presume you could use some help with a quick dance lesson…?”
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Roland jumped hearing someone speaking so close to him. He turned slowly towards the hip-looking bun, Roland’s face growing redder now that someone had definitely seen that pathetic display.
“uh…I…you saw that…” Roland stutters out, scratching his stubble while avoiding eye-contact with the slightly taller doll. “I suppose..” he trailed “it couldn’t hurt to watch someone else..” Roland folded his arms and stared expectantly at Beatz as a fiery tango began playing.
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Beatz chuckled as he offered his hands to the other doll “How about a hands-on lesson instead?”
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Roland hesitantly took Beatz's hands, they were warm as they enclosed his soft fingers. He very much liked hands-on learning as he tended to retain information better that way but damn was he a terrible dancer and this helpful bun was in for quite the task.
“Ok, so where do we begin?” Roland asked, standing rigid as a board gripping the taller doll’s hands.
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“......You’re too rigid. Relax your posture, please” Beatz blinked, holding back a sigh.
Sweet Murmur, he’s so stiff.
“We begin with the posture. You need to relax, otherwise you’ll have a hard time dancing. Breathe” he encouraged as he adjusted their hands so the shorter doll’s arms were on his arm and shoulder while Beatz’s free arm was on his back.
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Letting out a shaky breath, Roland tries to relax his muscles and listen to Beatz’s instructions. Closing his eyes, he tries to follow the beats of the music allowing himself to become malleable. Roland grips onto the other bun’s shoulder and starts following his movements.
“Ok, fluid. I am like water”, Roland mutters to himself.
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Somehow, Beatz is getting the feeling he would regret this. He offers him an encouraging smile as he starts to move onto the dance floor, murmuring careful instructions such as where to place feet, how to smoothly transition from step to step, and more encouragement to relax.
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Finding his footing, Roland is taking mental notes.
“One-and-two-and-one-and-two…” Roland whispers to himself. “ok .. alright..I think I’m getting the hang of this-” He steps directly on Beatz’s shoe and nearly falls, grabbing at his dance partner as he goes.
The passionate music plays a clash of symbols comically timed to their fall.
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“OW-Fuck shit wOAH” Beatz scrambled to keep his balance but unfortunately due to Roland’s clumsiness and grabby hands, he fell backwards onto his rear with a soft thud and Roland landing on top of him in a rather….unfortunate position.
“Uhhhh you good dude?” Beatz smiled sheepishly as he could see his littermate facepalming from out of the corner of his eye.
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His face now buried in his victims chest, Roland mumbles a slurred sorry. He lifts his face to meet his partners, his cheeks beat red from the alcohol and embarrassment. Realizing he was practically in Beatz’ lap, Roland jumps up trying to awkwardly brush off the front of Beatz’ suit jacket.
“Oh god! I’m so sorry!” Roland laughs anxiously, grabbing at Beatz’ arms to pull him to his feet, “I think I need to sit down!”
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Beatz had a chuckle at the way Roland reacted as he let himself be helped up onto his feet.
“Hey, it’s okay. Accidents happen. Let’s get you some water and some food first…” Beatz gently guided Roland off the dance floor and toward the table his littermate had claimed earlier. “Sit down while I get you something” The purple Pride chuckled as he departed to get some food.
It wouldn’t be long before he was sitting down in the chair next to Roland with their plates and poured him a glass of water.
“Relax”
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Roland sighed, relieved that he hadn’t been shunned away for such a display on the dance floor. He was grateful for the kindness he’d been shown all night by this pride bun who only just met him. The three buns sat at that table for the remainder of the night, cracking playful jokes and enjoying eachothers company.
