Danny Fenton couldn't dance to save his afterlife.
Actually, make that most of the Fentons-it was practically genetic. Jazz's prom night ended in her ripping her dress after stepping on the edges of the cloth (and her date's feet) with surprisingly sharp stillettos; Jack and Maddie's wedding party almost ended in chaos when Jack tripped and almost fell on the food table; Maddie tried ballet in third grade before giving up once she broke her ankle when spinning. The youngest of the Fenton family was no exception.
Danny himself had given up on trying to learn how to formally dance (he could totally dance to hip hop, but swing dancing? Please). His sixth, seventh, and ninth grade teachers tried. Jazz tried. Valerie tried. Sam tried. Ida Manson had even tried to teach him from her wheelchair.
Every single time he tried to put one foot in front of the other in some rhythmic manner, somehow Danny ended up almost killing himself/somebody.
But here he was now, in the middle of the Ops Center, trying to not break Sam's legs.
"You're doing it wrong, make Danny hold your shoulder, not your waist!" Tucker barked.
"You don't put your hand on your shoulder for tangoing-Christ, Tuck, are you learning this on WikiHow?"
"Why would you ever accuse me of such-actually, yes."
Danny groaned. "Dude."
Tucker shrugged. "The Internet never lies. And yes Sam, you always put the front foot first and then your partner's hand goes on the waist-"
"If you're such an expert, why don't you do it?" Sam snapped, flinging Danny's arms off of her and shoving Tucker in front of him.
Then Tucker lost his footing because he's an amazing dancer, tripped and fell on Danny and kissed him then Sam laughed maniacally because she was totally expecting this to happen.
Guess who wants to troll by finally writing the Day 5: Dance at 10 at night :D and also had no idea how to end this but hey the Savant Par/Cyber Space ship is cute so why not thanks FallingNarwhals
ALSO CIVIL WAR RELEASING IN THE U.S. TOMORROW *cries*
Hope you enjoyed :)
-Cheshire