I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or angel the Series. I don't own any of the characters from the two shows. However, I am planning on buying all of them, one by one, as soon as I have collected enough paychecks... and have paid off my car. *sigh* Which will be never. Anyway, I want to point out the fact that joss Whedon is amazing and if AtS doesn't start soon I'm going to going to starve myself and mourn the loss of Spike. The only reason I haven't so far is because I have had hopes to see the new season of Angel, with him on it. October 8th baby! Whoo-hoo. Okay, so after all that babbling, I suppose I should be...
On with the show.
::Stuff and Nonsense- You're Going To Get What's Coming::
"Okay, what's with the brooding? I thought I had you better trained." Spike sighed and swung his axe in a circle. "It's like teaching a dog not to diddle on the carpet and then, you walk in and see him take a big ol'..."
"Spike!" Angel growled, as he gave his childe a long-suffering glance.
"What?!" Spike was getting tired of his sire's mood swings. Of course, he had reason to brood over the return of his dead friend... around the humans, at least. They were only his pets, after all. Spike, on the other hand, was tired of being put in the same category as the humans. "You can tell me, you know."
Angel knew what Spike was hinting at. He also knew that he would feel better, if he got it off his chest. "He didn't remember you. I just found that odd."
Spike's face screwed up. "Was he supposed to remember me?" Spike looked over at his sire and bit his lip. "I don't remember him, if it makes it any better."
"It doesn't, but thanks for trying." Angel sighed, gustily. "I figured you wouldn't remember him. You've met so many people that one person isn't going to make a difference. Just another nameless face that meant absolutely nothing to you."
Spike shrugged. "Doyle." Spike shot a grin at his sire. "Face has a name, now. I guess he can't mean *absolutely* nothing to me."
Angel chuckled. "Still doesn't mean much, does it?"
"Not really, no." Spike answered as truthfully as he could stand to. "Shouldn't we turn at this sign, here?"
Angel looked at the street sign and nodded. He turned onto the dark road and started jogging. He could practically feel Connor's presence.
"So, tell me. Why haven't we been running, all this time? This isn't some tough love thing, between you and the kid, is it? Cause that's pretty rotten, Angelus, if I do say so myself."
"I wish you wouldn't."
"Oh!" Spike scoffed and started to run. "You're trying to punish the kid, for leaving without us, aren't you?"
Angel sped up, so he was at Spike's side. "Spike, do you think I would put my own son in danger, to teach him a lesson?"
"Ha!" Spike scoffed, again. "Yorkshire, 1880. Quote- If I can't teach you, maybe an angry crowd will- end quote. That was you chastising me over my foolishness."
"Yeah, that was also the night you asked me if I ever got tired of fighting fights that I knew I would win."
"I said 'could' win." Spike muttered. "I never had *that* much faith in you."
Angel laughed. "Yes, you did. As well you should have." Angel threw his arm out, like a soccer mom catching her son, before he bashed his head into the dashboard, during a quick stop.
Spike was smacked in the chest, and successfully stopped from running into a flashing sword. "Hey, you stupid lackey! Watch where you are swinging that thing."
Wesley grunted and made another swing at the creature with never-ending arms. "So nice of you to join us... Spike." He grunted, as he was smacked upside the face with a pink appendage. "Well?" He shouted at the blonde vampire.
"Well, what? I'm trying to figure out what 'us' you are referring to." Spike looked around and couldn't see any sign of Gunn or Connor. "Plus, I'm enjoying the show." He added, hastily. "I should have sold tickets."
Wesley backed away from the monster and tripped over a small box. He turned his ankle, landed on his backside, and swore at his own bad luck. "Spike, help!" He yelled, as he looked down at his throbbing foot.
Spike lunged at the monster, game face on. The monster squealed like a stuck pig and scrambled away from Spike. "What gives? Now, you want to cower?" Spike growled, from his place on the filth covered street.
Angel dashed after the creature and grabbed it by the back of its spiny neck. "Where is my son?"
"I'm sure I haven't seen him, vampire." The demon said, while hissing and squealing.
Angel growled, as he turned the monster to face him. He gasped, as he realized that its eyes were gone. Something had gouged the eyes right out of the demon's skull. All that was left was two empty sockets, filled with dried blood and gore. "Well, you knew I was a vampire. How is you sense of smell?" Angel asked, while sliding the metal of his sword down one of the creatures wandering arms. "Cause I'm sure your sense of touch is quite all right."
The monster howled, in protest. "You are the one! The righteous vampire, bent on the destruction of his own kind!"
Spike cleared his throat and grinned at his sire. "I know I shouldn't butt in, but you are leaving me out of the fun, as well as, the conversation. Things get boring, when you do that."
Angel nodded and smiled. He looked at the demon, thoughtfully. "I'll hold him and you poke holes in him, with your sword. Then, we'll switch."
"Tag team?" Spike practically hopped, at the notion. "Well, it's been a while since we've done that, yeah? We might have to do a lot of stabbing to get the hang of it, again."
The monster thrashed, about, trying to free himself from Angel's grip. "Would he be the light socket, the alcoholic, or the feline?" The monster hissed.
Spike sighed and slumped. So, the fun was over, so fast? "The feline, I'm sure."
Angel smiled, when the demon started telling them of the boy and how the fight had come to pass. Apparently, the monster had chosen the wrong night to feed on alley cats. It had struck a nerve in Connor and the boy had started to fight. He had assumed the monster was easy enough to kill, when he had realized its handicap. Connor had been wrong. The demon had been too strong and well attuned to his environment, for him. Connor had rushed home and started to hunt the demon. He had found him, fought, and was suddenly gone. "That's it?" Angel growled, in the demon's ear.
The monster nodded his head and squealed, again.
Angel nodded and threw the demon, face first, onto the ground. He aimed his sword and threw it like a javelin. It plunged into the monster's chest. The demon fell back and sputtered. It was still alive.
Spike grunted and pulled up his axe. "Well, don't just let it bleed to death." He hefted his axe and brought it down in one fatal sweep, disconnecting the monster's head from its shoulders. Spike groaned and shook his head. "I hate it when the don't immediately evaporate. For one so ugly, you would think he would, at least, implode."
Angel stood, silently. "What about you, Wesley?"
"I, too, wish the demon had just imploded. Would have saved us a lot of clean up." Wesley muttered, sardonically.
Angel rolled his eyes. He wanted to scream and yell to the heavens. Instead, he gave Wesley that 'bite me' look that Cordelia did so well. "I meant what about you... seeing Connor. What happened to him?"
Wesley groaned, as he tried to stand and put some weight on his ankle. "Blast it all."
"What a very British thing to say." Spike chuckled. "Why didn't you just say 'sod it' or 'bloody effin wanker'?"
Wesley leaned against the outside of a dumpster and tried to flex his foot. "Because those would be very low class British things to say." He grinned up at Spike, who was now shooting darts at Wesley, with his eyes. "You asked."
"Where is Connor?" Angel's growled stopped the lighthearted banter between the two British 'men'. "I want to know where my son is." Angel sighed. "I'm worried about him." He said, in a less forceful way.
Wesley nodded and then, sighed. "He and Gunn ran after the other demon."
"What other demon?" Spike asked, with genuine interest. "I mean, I'm up for another fight. Angel took all the fun bits, in this one."
"Only because you were too slow."
Angel's quiet mutter was ignored, by Spike. "What kind of demon was it?"
Wesley shook his head. "It had a tail." He sighed. "It also had spines all over it. A kind of exoskeleton, I believe."
Angel sniffed and groaned. "It was probably a Mirserkrean. That's things are bitches to kill."
Spike chuckled. "You said bitch."
Angel smirked and shot Spike a bird.
Spike returned the endearment with his own, more British version. "Oh and, by the way, Mirserkreans aren't all that difficult, as long as they aren't full grown." Spike shot Wesley a look. "How big was it, Wes?"
"Oh, it wasn't that big. Probably about five feet tall." Wesley thought a moment. "Maybe a little smaller."
Spike stomped his foot and swore. After his immature display of discontentment, he gave Angel a pained look. "It's full grown, Angel." Spike was almost whining, but he really didn't care. After all, Mirserkreans were real bitches to kill.
Angel smirked and shrugged. "Well, we've got to kill it, before it kills Connor."
"And Gunn." Wesley added.
Angel nodded and sighed. "Yes, Gunn too. That was implied."
"Sure it was." Spike said with a laugh. "You're just upset 'cause he gets more sex than you."
"If I wanted sex, I could get sex." Angel mumbled. He then, looked up at Wesley and pointed at his foot. "You going to be okay, or do you need one of us to help you?"
Wesley put a little pressure on the foot and winced. "I'll walk to the street and hail a cab." He said, with a hiss.
Spike shook his head. "Oh, bloody..." Spike walked over to the man and looked him up and down, before hefting him up and over his shoulder. He started a brisk walk toward the street, where he intended on dropping Wesley off.
Wesley was outraged. "I can walk!" He shouted, before making a fist and hitting Spike directly in the middle of his spine.
Spike growled. "Stop moving Pet, or I'll be forced to hurt you."
Wesley gave his own imitation of a growl and stopped squirming. "The pride is harder to heal than the foot, Spike."
Spike chuckled. "I know, but can't you just hear Angel laughing?" Spike carefully slid Wesley off of his shoulder, and onto the ground. "Now, he won't be so ill-tempered, when you tell him that you broke that vase, in his study."
"What vase?" Wesley made a face and shook his head. "I didn't break any vase, Sp..." Wesley scoffed and shouted, after Spike's retreating form. "I'm not going to take the fall for you, you bloody vampire!"
Spike took a moment to turn around and laugh. "I made you say 'bloody'!" Spike turned around and hurried back to Angel, who was cleaning goo off of his sword. "I dropped Wesley off at the street."
Angel nodded and laughed, again. Truth be known, he hadn't stopped laughing since he saw Spike toss Wesley over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and shuffle out toward the road. "He's going to get you back, you know."
"He may try." Spike agreed. "He won't succeed, though." Spike made a mock sigh, as he picked up his axe and wiped it off on his black jeans. "Poor guy..."
"What?" Angel asked, curiously.
Spike pointed at the demon lying at his feet. "He was pregnant." Spike kicked the belly of the monster and sighed. Only four or five months, though. It has to carry for three years, to go full term."
"Oh." Angel made a face and shook his head. "How did you know that?"
Spike smirked. "I've always been an avid reader, Angelus. You know that."
Angel nodded and grunted. "It's sad that you only use a quarter of you vocabulary." Angel sniffed the air and nodded. "Come on."
Spike looked up at the sky, while he followed Angel. "The moon is full."
Angel stopped and turned down a darker alley, off to the side. "Yes, it is." He agreed, quietly. "So?"
"Well, Mirserkreans are afraid of the moonlight. Kind of react to it, the way we react to the sun. Sizzle, sizzle, pop, squirt, bubble." Spike made a gross noise with his mouth, causing Angel to wince.
"Could you not do that?" Angel threw a look at his childe.
Spike arched a brow and shrugged. "What?"
"The sound effects, Spike." Angel rolled his eyes, when he heard a flatulent sound from behind him. "You're such a child."
"Well, duh. That's what I was made for."
Angel shook his head. "Nope." Angel chuckled, evilly. "You're just a glorified fledgling.
"You lie!" Spike squealed.
"Nope, wrong again." Angel stopped and sniffed the air again. "They went up." Angel looked at the brick building and started scaling it, with little to no trouble.
Spike scoffed and shook his head. He walked a little further and found a fire escape. He climbed the ladder and started up the stairs. He reached the top of the building, a few moments before Angel tossed his sword on the roof and pulled himself up. "You could have made that a lot easier on yourself..." Spike chuckled. "...ya' poof." He added. "Call me a glorified fledgling." Spike looked across the rooftops and sighed. "Where is he?"
Angel shushed Spike and listened closely. "I hear fighting."
Spike nodded. "Let's go." Spike darted off in the direction of the noise and jumped off the building.
Angel rushed over to the side and looked over. He got there in time to see Spike land in a crouch. "I hate it when you do that!" He yelled.
Spike looked up at his Sire and grinned. "I know!" He laughed. "Come on, Angel!" Spike shot off down the alley. He was flash of white against the darkness.
Angel grunted and sighed. "Children. Every single one of them are children." He muttered, as he jumped down, after his childe.
TBC
-Okay, a little more action, but no Doyle. *sigh* I'll try to bring him back next chapter. Plus, I'm going to try to beef up the chapters a little. Between work and school, I have very little time to write. Thanks for the patience and the encouragement. Keep the reviews comin' and I'll work on the installments. Love you guys!-
--The subtitle to this chapter was You're Going to Get What's Coming, which is a song by Robert Palmer. *sniffle* So many entertainers in such a short time. *sigh* Robert Palmer's music is fun... Check it out and dance to your heart's content.--
On with the show.
::Stuff and Nonsense- You're Going To Get What's Coming::
"Okay, what's with the brooding? I thought I had you better trained." Spike sighed and swung his axe in a circle. "It's like teaching a dog not to diddle on the carpet and then, you walk in and see him take a big ol'..."
"Spike!" Angel growled, as he gave his childe a long-suffering glance.
"What?!" Spike was getting tired of his sire's mood swings. Of course, he had reason to brood over the return of his dead friend... around the humans, at least. They were only his pets, after all. Spike, on the other hand, was tired of being put in the same category as the humans. "You can tell me, you know."
Angel knew what Spike was hinting at. He also knew that he would feel better, if he got it off his chest. "He didn't remember you. I just found that odd."
Spike's face screwed up. "Was he supposed to remember me?" Spike looked over at his sire and bit his lip. "I don't remember him, if it makes it any better."
"It doesn't, but thanks for trying." Angel sighed, gustily. "I figured you wouldn't remember him. You've met so many people that one person isn't going to make a difference. Just another nameless face that meant absolutely nothing to you."
Spike shrugged. "Doyle." Spike shot a grin at his sire. "Face has a name, now. I guess he can't mean *absolutely* nothing to me."
Angel chuckled. "Still doesn't mean much, does it?"
"Not really, no." Spike answered as truthfully as he could stand to. "Shouldn't we turn at this sign, here?"
Angel looked at the street sign and nodded. He turned onto the dark road and started jogging. He could practically feel Connor's presence.
"So, tell me. Why haven't we been running, all this time? This isn't some tough love thing, between you and the kid, is it? Cause that's pretty rotten, Angelus, if I do say so myself."
"I wish you wouldn't."
"Oh!" Spike scoffed and started to run. "You're trying to punish the kid, for leaving without us, aren't you?"
Angel sped up, so he was at Spike's side. "Spike, do you think I would put my own son in danger, to teach him a lesson?"
"Ha!" Spike scoffed, again. "Yorkshire, 1880. Quote- If I can't teach you, maybe an angry crowd will- end quote. That was you chastising me over my foolishness."
"Yeah, that was also the night you asked me if I ever got tired of fighting fights that I knew I would win."
"I said 'could' win." Spike muttered. "I never had *that* much faith in you."
Angel laughed. "Yes, you did. As well you should have." Angel threw his arm out, like a soccer mom catching her son, before he bashed his head into the dashboard, during a quick stop.
Spike was smacked in the chest, and successfully stopped from running into a flashing sword. "Hey, you stupid lackey! Watch where you are swinging that thing."
Wesley grunted and made another swing at the creature with never-ending arms. "So nice of you to join us... Spike." He grunted, as he was smacked upside the face with a pink appendage. "Well?" He shouted at the blonde vampire.
"Well, what? I'm trying to figure out what 'us' you are referring to." Spike looked around and couldn't see any sign of Gunn or Connor. "Plus, I'm enjoying the show." He added, hastily. "I should have sold tickets."
Wesley backed away from the monster and tripped over a small box. He turned his ankle, landed on his backside, and swore at his own bad luck. "Spike, help!" He yelled, as he looked down at his throbbing foot.
Spike lunged at the monster, game face on. The monster squealed like a stuck pig and scrambled away from Spike. "What gives? Now, you want to cower?" Spike growled, from his place on the filth covered street.
Angel dashed after the creature and grabbed it by the back of its spiny neck. "Where is my son?"
"I'm sure I haven't seen him, vampire." The demon said, while hissing and squealing.
Angel growled, as he turned the monster to face him. He gasped, as he realized that its eyes were gone. Something had gouged the eyes right out of the demon's skull. All that was left was two empty sockets, filled with dried blood and gore. "Well, you knew I was a vampire. How is you sense of smell?" Angel asked, while sliding the metal of his sword down one of the creatures wandering arms. "Cause I'm sure your sense of touch is quite all right."
The monster howled, in protest. "You are the one! The righteous vampire, bent on the destruction of his own kind!"
Spike cleared his throat and grinned at his sire. "I know I shouldn't butt in, but you are leaving me out of the fun, as well as, the conversation. Things get boring, when you do that."
Angel nodded and smiled. He looked at the demon, thoughtfully. "I'll hold him and you poke holes in him, with your sword. Then, we'll switch."
"Tag team?" Spike practically hopped, at the notion. "Well, it's been a while since we've done that, yeah? We might have to do a lot of stabbing to get the hang of it, again."
The monster thrashed, about, trying to free himself from Angel's grip. "Would he be the light socket, the alcoholic, or the feline?" The monster hissed.
Spike sighed and slumped. So, the fun was over, so fast? "The feline, I'm sure."
Angel smiled, when the demon started telling them of the boy and how the fight had come to pass. Apparently, the monster had chosen the wrong night to feed on alley cats. It had struck a nerve in Connor and the boy had started to fight. He had assumed the monster was easy enough to kill, when he had realized its handicap. Connor had been wrong. The demon had been too strong and well attuned to his environment, for him. Connor had rushed home and started to hunt the demon. He had found him, fought, and was suddenly gone. "That's it?" Angel growled, in the demon's ear.
The monster nodded his head and squealed, again.
Angel nodded and threw the demon, face first, onto the ground. He aimed his sword and threw it like a javelin. It plunged into the monster's chest. The demon fell back and sputtered. It was still alive.
Spike grunted and pulled up his axe. "Well, don't just let it bleed to death." He hefted his axe and brought it down in one fatal sweep, disconnecting the monster's head from its shoulders. Spike groaned and shook his head. "I hate it when the don't immediately evaporate. For one so ugly, you would think he would, at least, implode."
Angel stood, silently. "What about you, Wesley?"
"I, too, wish the demon had just imploded. Would have saved us a lot of clean up." Wesley muttered, sardonically.
Angel rolled his eyes. He wanted to scream and yell to the heavens. Instead, he gave Wesley that 'bite me' look that Cordelia did so well. "I meant what about you... seeing Connor. What happened to him?"
Wesley groaned, as he tried to stand and put some weight on his ankle. "Blast it all."
"What a very British thing to say." Spike chuckled. "Why didn't you just say 'sod it' or 'bloody effin wanker'?"
Wesley leaned against the outside of a dumpster and tried to flex his foot. "Because those would be very low class British things to say." He grinned up at Spike, who was now shooting darts at Wesley, with his eyes. "You asked."
"Where is Connor?" Angel's growled stopped the lighthearted banter between the two British 'men'. "I want to know where my son is." Angel sighed. "I'm worried about him." He said, in a less forceful way.
Wesley nodded and then, sighed. "He and Gunn ran after the other demon."
"What other demon?" Spike asked, with genuine interest. "I mean, I'm up for another fight. Angel took all the fun bits, in this one."
"Only because you were too slow."
Angel's quiet mutter was ignored, by Spike. "What kind of demon was it?"
Wesley shook his head. "It had a tail." He sighed. "It also had spines all over it. A kind of exoskeleton, I believe."
Angel sniffed and groaned. "It was probably a Mirserkrean. That's things are bitches to kill."
Spike chuckled. "You said bitch."
Angel smirked and shot Spike a bird.
Spike returned the endearment with his own, more British version. "Oh and, by the way, Mirserkreans aren't all that difficult, as long as they aren't full grown." Spike shot Wesley a look. "How big was it, Wes?"
"Oh, it wasn't that big. Probably about five feet tall." Wesley thought a moment. "Maybe a little smaller."
Spike stomped his foot and swore. After his immature display of discontentment, he gave Angel a pained look. "It's full grown, Angel." Spike was almost whining, but he really didn't care. After all, Mirserkreans were real bitches to kill.
Angel smirked and shrugged. "Well, we've got to kill it, before it kills Connor."
"And Gunn." Wesley added.
Angel nodded and sighed. "Yes, Gunn too. That was implied."
"Sure it was." Spike said with a laugh. "You're just upset 'cause he gets more sex than you."
"If I wanted sex, I could get sex." Angel mumbled. He then, looked up at Wesley and pointed at his foot. "You going to be okay, or do you need one of us to help you?"
Wesley put a little pressure on the foot and winced. "I'll walk to the street and hail a cab." He said, with a hiss.
Spike shook his head. "Oh, bloody..." Spike walked over to the man and looked him up and down, before hefting him up and over his shoulder. He started a brisk walk toward the street, where he intended on dropping Wesley off.
Wesley was outraged. "I can walk!" He shouted, before making a fist and hitting Spike directly in the middle of his spine.
Spike growled. "Stop moving Pet, or I'll be forced to hurt you."
Wesley gave his own imitation of a growl and stopped squirming. "The pride is harder to heal than the foot, Spike."
Spike chuckled. "I know, but can't you just hear Angel laughing?" Spike carefully slid Wesley off of his shoulder, and onto the ground. "Now, he won't be so ill-tempered, when you tell him that you broke that vase, in his study."
"What vase?" Wesley made a face and shook his head. "I didn't break any vase, Sp..." Wesley scoffed and shouted, after Spike's retreating form. "I'm not going to take the fall for you, you bloody vampire!"
Spike took a moment to turn around and laugh. "I made you say 'bloody'!" Spike turned around and hurried back to Angel, who was cleaning goo off of his sword. "I dropped Wesley off at the street."
Angel nodded and laughed, again. Truth be known, he hadn't stopped laughing since he saw Spike toss Wesley over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and shuffle out toward the road. "He's going to get you back, you know."
"He may try." Spike agreed. "He won't succeed, though." Spike made a mock sigh, as he picked up his axe and wiped it off on his black jeans. "Poor guy..."
"What?" Angel asked, curiously.
Spike pointed at the demon lying at his feet. "He was pregnant." Spike kicked the belly of the monster and sighed. Only four or five months, though. It has to carry for three years, to go full term."
"Oh." Angel made a face and shook his head. "How did you know that?"
Spike smirked. "I've always been an avid reader, Angelus. You know that."
Angel nodded and grunted. "It's sad that you only use a quarter of you vocabulary." Angel sniffed the air and nodded. "Come on."
Spike looked up at the sky, while he followed Angel. "The moon is full."
Angel stopped and turned down a darker alley, off to the side. "Yes, it is." He agreed, quietly. "So?"
"Well, Mirserkreans are afraid of the moonlight. Kind of react to it, the way we react to the sun. Sizzle, sizzle, pop, squirt, bubble." Spike made a gross noise with his mouth, causing Angel to wince.
"Could you not do that?" Angel threw a look at his childe.
Spike arched a brow and shrugged. "What?"
"The sound effects, Spike." Angel rolled his eyes, when he heard a flatulent sound from behind him. "You're such a child."
"Well, duh. That's what I was made for."
Angel shook his head. "Nope." Angel chuckled, evilly. "You're just a glorified fledgling.
"You lie!" Spike squealed.
"Nope, wrong again." Angel stopped and sniffed the air again. "They went up." Angel looked at the brick building and started scaling it, with little to no trouble.
Spike scoffed and shook his head. He walked a little further and found a fire escape. He climbed the ladder and started up the stairs. He reached the top of the building, a few moments before Angel tossed his sword on the roof and pulled himself up. "You could have made that a lot easier on yourself..." Spike chuckled. "...ya' poof." He added. "Call me a glorified fledgling." Spike looked across the rooftops and sighed. "Where is he?"
Angel shushed Spike and listened closely. "I hear fighting."
Spike nodded. "Let's go." Spike darted off in the direction of the noise and jumped off the building.
Angel rushed over to the side and looked over. He got there in time to see Spike land in a crouch. "I hate it when you do that!" He yelled.
Spike looked up at his Sire and grinned. "I know!" He laughed. "Come on, Angel!" Spike shot off down the alley. He was flash of white against the darkness.
Angel grunted and sighed. "Children. Every single one of them are children." He muttered, as he jumped down, after his childe.
TBC
-Okay, a little more action, but no Doyle. *sigh* I'll try to bring him back next chapter. Plus, I'm going to try to beef up the chapters a little. Between work and school, I have very little time to write. Thanks for the patience and the encouragement. Keep the reviews comin' and I'll work on the installments. Love you guys!-
--The subtitle to this chapter was You're Going to Get What's Coming, which is a song by Robert Palmer. *sniffle* So many entertainers in such a short time. *sigh* Robert Palmer's music is fun... Check it out and dance to your heart's content.--