NO. I don't have an obsession with dancing. Unless you count the fact that I love writing dance scenes and I haven't been listening to anything but swing music for the past three hours. So... yeah, maybe I do. I wanted to do this after "A Meeting" mainly because there was such a strong respnse to the end with Walter. So i present to you, WALTER JIVING...AGAIN!

Discalimer: hellsing isn't mine, Jive venacular can be googled.

That jamboree was filled to it's brim with alligators of all shapes, sizes and colors. Someone had just called out Jam session. The men all moved to the floor and found the sweetest looking fem they could. Every guy felt like the sweetest easy Jackson, or the coolest Dracula in the jam as they cut a rug with ever chick, fem and floosy in the joint and that canary was singing the hippest, most hep licks anyone has ever heard. Do you dig?

"COME AGAIN?" Walter shouted over the music to the man who had been speaking to him.

"DO YOU DIG?"

"NO! I DON'T! I WORK IN A MANOR!" Walter shouted back. The kid gave him a confused looked and shook his head as he walked away. The music died and he heard the kid say "Corny…"

Walter raised and eyebrow at the man as someone shouted out the words: "JAM SESSION!" Walter watched as a girl in a brightly colored dress came to him and took his hand.

"What do I do?" Walter asked. He had never heard the term 'Jam session' before and while he knew how to dance the jive, it was difficult to know all the terms the kids were using. Even if he was a kid as well. He really wished that his peers would use proper English. They were, after all, English.

"Improvise," the girl told him and smiled as the music started. Walter watched the other spin around him in quickstep. He shrugged and took the girl by her hands loosely and spun her. His leather wingtips slid the floor soundless. The trumpets and horns sounded above everything else as a woman sung out some lyrics. The beats sounded out and worked their way through everyone in the room.

The girl was light in his arms as he spun her around, her dress a cotton rainbow blur. She was simple to lift as he took her by the waist and raised her up to his chest, her legs sliding on either side of him. With another fluid motion he lifted her again and her legs moved to his left. Walter let go of her for only and instant before taking her by the back of her legs and swinging her around his back and back into his arms. He set her down neatly on the hardwood floor.

A simple enough move, a swing, a push, a jump. He took her left hand in his right and turned around, picked her up with one arm, her balanced neatly on his forearm as he pulled her over his head and set her on her feet again. Then it was more quickstep. They took hands again and he flipped her over his back, pulling her back between his feet up to hers again.

She laughed like a tinkling bell. Her Irish voice was sweet and bright in the room. Walter smiled to her.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Ready as ever, Jeff," she said and Walter took her into his arms once again, spinning her behind his back once more. She landed on her feet and he picked her up, pulling her onto his shoulder, and shooting her off and back to her feet as if in reverse.

"It's Walter, actually," He told her as he spun her around once again. She jumped into his arms again, landing higher and he let her flip backward away from him. Walter caught her once again and set her proper.

"Well then, Walter, you're the hippest boy I've ever had the pleasure to jive with," their arms and legs swung out wildly as they danced, her dress continuing to spin out in that rainbow blur. Walter pulled her toward him and caught her in his arms, holding her up and flipping her once more before the end of the song.