"Hey Dip?"

Sam came in, looking as much of an oddity as ever.

"Sup Sam?"

"Guess what? I just found out there is a dance at the civics center tonight, and I was going to go. Are you and Mabel going to come?"

"I'm going! I don't know about Mabel though."

As if given a signal, Mabel came in.

"Guess what?"

"There's a dance at the civics center."

"...Hurr?"

"Am I right?"

"Yes. I guess you really are the smart twin."

Mabel was trying to get her mind around how Dipper could have known that, while Sam and him tried not to laugh.

"Anyway, I heard people are suppose to dress formal for it. I just talked to Trixie, and she's going to come and get ready with me, Candy and Grenda are also going to it. Are you two coming?"

"Yes we are."

Trixie just poked her head around the corner.

"I'm here. Did I just hear you boys are also going?"

"Yes you did, and I'll see you guys later. I need to change. Bye."

"See ya Sam."

Mabel grabbed Trixies hand and started pulling her upstairs.

"Time to get you dolled up, Fairy Girl."

Mabel And Trixie

Trixie had gotten on a light blue dress, that was covered in a glossy substance, that made it glisten like azure snow. Mabel had helped her curl her blond hair, and when everything came together, the dress and hair completed her dark skin very well.

"How do I look?"

"Good enough to make Dippers eyes jump out of his head."

"What?!"

Trixie didn't get the reference.

"Never mind. Trust me, you look fantastic."

Mabel had on a noodle strap magenta dress, and a indigo sweater with no collar over it. Despite what you would think, it actually went well with a formal setting.

"Any way. How do I look."

Trixie smiled.

"Irresistible."

"Great! You know!? I bet you could ask Dipper to dance, and he wouldn't be able to say no."

"Drop it Mabel."

Sam

Sam was getting dressed up. He had put on a white dress shirt, which he had tucked into his black slacks, and had suspenders running up from them over his shoulders. He looked himself in the mirror, he had a black fedora on his head, but some of his ash grey hair could be seen. His hair was always smooth and soft, he had even had a few kids at his school come up and ask if they could feel it. Despite how creepy that was, he had let them. His shinny mismatched eyes showed perfectly, the right one was royal blue and the left one was emerald green.

"Lookin good, freak show."

He had said this while examining himself. He hated being called freak show, even though he was good looking, he had to endure that insult a few times. Hair was not suppose to be the color of ashes, and eyes were not suppose to be mismatched, it gave him an amazing appearance, but some kids were jealous of that look, while others were a little scared by it.

"Just needs one last touch."

He put on a small black bow tie at the collar of his buttoned up dress shirt.

"There we go! You handsome... I don't think an angel should call themselves a handsome devil."

He put on his black dress shoes and went to the Pines house.

Dipper

Dipper had showered, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and put on what he was wearing to the dance. He was dressed in a black tux with a red tie, it looked good on him when he examined himself. He had debated if he should bring his hat, but had decided that he wouldn't tonight.

"I should wear this thing more often."

After the incident with Mabel being in charge of the Mystery Shack, his gruncle had learnt that Dipper was actually good at scamming tourists, so he had gotten Dipper his own suit made, saying how he could take over the business and 'become' the new Stan. *Shudders* He had once had a nightmare like that, but he liked the suit.

"Sup dude?"

Dipper jumped. Sam was had shown up right next to him undetected, he did this even better than Mabel.

"Dude! Don't do that."

"Sorry. It's just a lot of fun. You look good in a tux."

"Thanks man. You look pretty good yourself."

Sam got a wolfish grin. He had inherited that from his mom.

"Yes I do, but the true test is weather or not girls think so. Lets find out."

Downstairs

Mabel and Trixie were down stairs wondering when the boys would be ready.

"Hey Tixie, hey Mabes!"

Mabel turned to the boys coming down the stairs.

"There you guys are we were... WOW YOU TWO LOOK HOT!"

Dipper laughed.

"We really must look good. I can't remember the last time you complement how I looked."

"And considering Trixie is drooling while she looks at you, I think we can confirm that we look great."

Sure enough Trixie was almost in a trance when she looked at Dipper, to the point where she didn't even notice Sam teasing her. If she had, she would have been furious and probably try to hurt him(Sam was almost a little disappointed that she didn't hear).

"Hey Trixie!"*Snaps fingers in front of Trixie*

*Snaps out of it*"What?"*Starts blushing*

At the Civics Center

Music was playing loud, kids and teenagers crowded the dance floor, tables were full of all kinds of junk food, and lights set up around the room flashed.

"I need to come to these things more more often."

Sam did go to parties occasionally, but it wasn't a regular thing.

"Lets party!"

Mabel yelled out and all of them went to the dance floor. Sam might have too, but he noticed the tables full of snacks, a realized he was hungry.

The night went pretty well, Sam hung back a little bit and kept an eye on everything. He even ran into Christian, which surprised him, because the wereshark had sensitive ears, and it was obvious most of the music was irritating him.

"Are you alright Christian?"

The young wereshark looked to Sam, and was obviously miserable. Then the music hit a particularly low frequency(Sharks are particularly sensitive to that), Christian made a snarl and his pupils spread out, until his eyes were jet black. After a second, it went away, and he sighed.

"That worst part."

Christian didn't speak English very well, he was still learning it, so his speech was blunt. Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of earplugs, then put them on Christian.

"Better?"

He could still hear him, but the worst of the sound was stopped. He vigorously shook his head, then pull Sam into a bear hug that lifted him off the ground.

"Oo... That's tight..." *Is having trouble breathing*

After a moment, he let Sam go, then ran off.

"You're welcome."

Near the end of the night the lighting changed, and they started playing more slow songs as the boys and girls started pairing up. Sam noticed that Dipper was stepping away from it.

"Someone you want to dance with Dipper?"

"Well I'm pretty sure Wendy still hates me, so even if she was here, it wouldn't work."

Pats him on the back.

"Try not to beat yourself up too much over that, that relationship was doom from the start anyway, Robbie IS a grade: A, jerk. Though asking her to go bowling when she was in emotional pain was pretty stupid, grant it, you're only 12, so you don't really know much about girls. But dude, I'm not much older, and even I know that was stupid."

"Not making me feel better."

"How about you ask Trixie to dance? She seems all alone, and I know you think she's cute."*Gets a mischievous grin*

Trixie was also stepping away from the slow dancing.

"Why do you keep poking at that?"

"While I enjoy it, but to be honest, I would be satisfied no matter what girl you asked to dance. As long as you followed through, I'd be satisfied if you danced Pacifica."*Turns*"Though you might have to deal with an angry wereshark if you did that."

Dipper looked and saw that Christian had somehow managed to get Pacifica to dance with him. It was actually kinda cute.

"I don't think I'm going to ask Trixie to dance dude."

"Okay, let me rephrase that."

Sam takes out a video camera and shows Dipper the screen. On it was a recording of Dipper screaming like a girl at something that had scared him.

"You ask Trixie to dance, or I'll show this to Mabel and Stan, and you will never hear the end of it."

"I hate you so much right now."

"No you don't."

Dipper went to it, a little angry at Sam. He thought it might be an empty threat, but he couldn't afford to take that chance. They would still make fun of him for being a millimeter shorter than Mabel, Sam had a long term bet with Stan, that Dipper would end up taller than Mabel in the end, a lot of money hung in the balance, but until then: They still made fun of Dipper occasionally.

"Hey Sam!"

Sam turned around and saw Mabel, Candy, and Grenda smiling wide.

"Want to dance with us?"

"All three of you? In a slow dance?"

"Yes!"

"Okay."

Before he did, he took a picture of Dipper and Trixie. He and Mabel had been taking pictures of those two being cute together, Sam mainly did it because he knew that Trixie would be furious if she found out the things they had gotten pictures of.*Chuckles*

Later

"That was fun!"

They all were walking home after the dance.

"Yeah, you humans had something figured out when you started throwing those things."

Trixie had only gone to a few parties, but she already loved them.

"See you guys tomorrow."

They had made it to the Mystery Shack, and said goodbye to Dipper and Mabel. Once they had gone inside, Trixie and Sam were left outside.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind walking home with me? I don't mind walking alone in the dark, but it's nice to have company."

"I'd love to."

They went into the forest, to Trixies hidden house in the forest.

"Oh, Trixie! I almost forgot, I have something for you."

He held out a framed picture.

"What?"

"It's a picture of Dipper in a tux. I know you want it."

Sam had on his wolfish grin as Trixies eyes went wide and her jaw dropped when she saw the photo. She looked from the photo to Sam, she wanted to punch him very much, but she wanted that picture more. She snatched it from Sam.

"This never happened Samuel!"