It's the Monster Mash.

[Meghan Taylor]

"No, I think it would be best if my brother stayed out of the Smash Bros. tournaments. He's just not a videogames time of guy. He'd rather be out in the fresh air playing sports. ...What a loser." Meghan laughed a little and then took another sip of her drink. She crossed her legs now and started to jiggle one of her feet around, looking up at Rath with a smile.

"I think vomit free Judy would be my best bet."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"What a total loser," Rath agreed with a grin, not a hint of malice in his voice as he said it. "Just don't say that around Leigh, okay? I'm sure you already know better than that, even if you are kind of new. As the resident jock, she'd probably make you run laps, or something," he warned, with a little laugh, taking another gulp from his drink.

Feeling a little more confident now, he shifted his position, and moved away from the wall; sitting onto the armrest of the chair that Meghan was sitting in instead. "I was going to ask you to dance, but Random Comment is pretty late getting on stage. I don't think Sarah is even here yet."

[Meghan Taylor]

"He's a definite loser," Meghan laughed once more and then sipped on her drink. "I wouldn't mind running a few laps. Torin makes me do laps at the soccer field near our apartment sometiems so I'm pretty used to it."

"...You were going to ask me to dance? M-me?" She looked up at him and then at her drink before swallowing the rest of the liquor in her glass. "I thought we agreed that neither of us had rhythm?"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Yeah, you? Who else would I ask?" Rath replied, looking back down at her, and blinking a bit. When she looked away, and finished off her drink, he turned back to his, and did the same. "If neither of us have rhythm, then we'll match, right? We'll be on equal ground, and we can have a laugh together. We might even have rhythm, compared to some of these people," he explained slowly, motioning with his empty glass toward the dancers before them.

"Don't you think so?"

[Meghan Taylor]

"I..." Meghan cleared her throat and looked out at the other people who were dancing even though there wasn't any music. "I have no idea who else you would ask. But...there's no music. I can't exactly dance, rhythm or no rhythm, without music."

"Yeah, sure. I suppose I could go out there and make a fool of myself. As long as I've got someone equally as foolish with me." She nudged his leg with her hand and then got to her feet, laughing a little.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"There should be music soon, once the band starts playing," Rath said, glancing over in the direction of his friends. All of the Wainwrights, and Samson, seemed to be too otherwise involved to consider getting on stage just yet. And as predicted, Sarah was currently MIA. As was Hunter. No coincidence, he knew it.

As Meghan nudged him, and stood up, he glanced up at her. He thought the statement about no music had been a simple 'no', but apparently she was still up for the idea, and he grinned widely, standing from the side of the chair, laughing as well. "We'll make our own music, I mean.. I guess the rest of them must be doing that, right?"

[Meghan Taylor]

"Yeah, I guess we can always make our own music." Meghan grinned and took Rath's hand in her own, leading him out to the make-shift dance floor. She held his hand tightly as they walked, assuring herself that this was actually happening and that she wasn't just making the whole thing up. "So... ready to make complete asses of ourselves?"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I'm always ready to make a complete ass of myself. It's all part of being the resident geek, you see," Rath agreed, giving her hand a little squeeze as they stopped in the middle of what could be considered the only viable dance floor. "You wanna go for a traditional dance, or should we just flail around mildly until someone carts us off to the rubber rooms? I'm down with either, really."

[Meghan Taylor]

"I'll go along with whatever you do. So whether you want to do traditional dancing or flailing, I'm up for whatever." Meghan laughed and threw her arms around Rath's neck, grinning up at him.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I think in a situation like this, where.. well, they're doing most of the flailing," he motioned to the other dancers around them, smirking a bit. "We should do traditional, perhaps a simple waltz. It'll let us look crazier, since we won't fit in with the general seizing going on around us," he suggested, as he lowered his arms to wrap them loosely around her waist.

He wasn't much for slow dancing, but he knew the basics. Well, most of the basics. He knew how to move in a circle, and not step on her toes. He'd taken Seraphim to the junior prom last year, since Tatum had gone with Ophelia, and she had kneed him precariously close to his crotch every time he stepped on her toes. He knew not to step on toes.

[Meghan Taylor]

"Do you know how to waltz? 'Cause I haven't got the slightest clue how. Like I said, I don't do much dancing outside DDR." Meghan kept her arms around Rath's neck, smiling up at him as they slowly began to move in a circular motion around the dance floor.

It was definitely weird to be doing a traditional dance when everyone else was flailing around (especially when there was no real music playing), but she felt comfortable around Rath so it was completely okay to look like an idiot. It wasn't like the other people in the room even knew how to dance anyway. "Just... promise you won't step on my toes, yeah?"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Rath had to laugh at that, his grip tightening just slightly, as he gave her a quick little nod. "Oh, I won't, I promise. It's one of the only things I can promise you on the dance floor," he replied quickly, grinning down at her. "What I do know, I learned from Leigh, or from Sera. And Sera gets violent when you step on toes, so I've been more or less broken from that nasty habit. Plus, I'd probably destroy your toes in these boots, so I'll be extra careful, I swear."

[Meghan Taylor]

"Then I think I'll be fine. If my feet are safe, we're good." Meghan replied, grinning widely up at Rath. She laughed a little and then ran her fingers through the wisps of hair at the base of his neck.

"Oh, and as long as your hands don't travel any farther down than my waist, I won't be forced to kick your ass."

[Rath Donnelly]

"Hey, I'm not that drunk yet, dude," Rath replied in his own defense, giving her a mock pout as she played slightly with his hair. "And besides, I just told you that I learned to dance with my sister, and her girlfriend. Copping feels aren't a part of the steps, I swear! Although, if they were, I would have done it already. But I'm a pure gentleman, so my hands will stay where they are, miss, no worries."

[Meghan Taylor]

"I was only joking, Rath." Meghan replied, giggling a little before sticking her tongue out at him. "You'll be a lot better off than the last few guys I've danced with. One guy left the dance floor with a broken nose and the other with a sprained wrist. So I'd say it's best that you keep your hands to yourself, yeah?"

She winked and then let herself be spun around on the dance floor, laughing loudly.