Dance
Summary: Dancing leads to jealousy Shonen-ai, Shojo-ai. Drabble
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own FFVIII. Actually, I haven't even played it. (Don't kill me please--! I've watched parts of it be played... I just haven't got my hands on it yet. v.o)
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The three men watched the man and petite woman whirl around on the dance floor, practically glowing emerald with jealousy. They tried to hide it by chatting unconcernedly among themselves, but seeing as they were all in competition for the object of their jealousy, it didn't work well. They ended up lapsing into silence, watching the two on the dance floor bitterly.
The song ended finally, and the girl came up to them, bouncing happily in the pale yellow dress she wore. It was trimmed with sky-blue and a bit of lace, cinching at the waist and hanging in swirling folds almost to her knees- much dressier than what she usually wore. The men, also, were wearing formal shirts and pants, suit jackets over their arms or shoulders.
"Irvy, Seifer, Zell!" she greeted them happily.
"Selphie." Irvine replied evenly.
"Guess what?" she trilled. They stared darkly at her in return. "That's right! I got to dance with Squall and you didn't! Heh, hehe, heh, heh! And do you know why? 'Cause I'm a girl and I can dance with him here and you can't because you're boys."
"Hey Selphie," Seifer said in a mocking imitation of her tone. "Guess what. Squall's dancing with Rinoa. Do you know why he can do that? 'Cause he's a boy and you're a girl and you can't because you're a girl."
"What??! That's not faaaiiiir!" Selphie whined, pouting the dance floor before flouncing off in a tiff.
"She's so clueless." Seifer snorted.
"Do you think we should tell her about Quistis?" Zell asked.
"Nahh." Irvine said. "We can let her suffer."