Theme: #16 - Song
Summary: Team bonding. Dillon knew there was a reason he enjoyed being on his own.
Word Count: 632
A.N: This was actually born out of a Conner/Kira fic I started (and abandoned) way back in 2007. A few of the lines are the same with different names – won't tell you which though!
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them for a little while. I don't actually own any of the characters.
Dillon knew there was a reason he enjoyed being on his own.
In an effort to welcome Gem and Gemma to the team properly, Ziggy had devised a plan for everyone to have a trip out to enjoy Corinth's nightlife. Dillon had disagreed at once, Flynn had been sceptical at first but was convinced upon hearing there may have been karaoke involved, Scott had admitted with some reluctance that while it would not have been his first choice for team bonding, it was still a good idea. Doctor K had declined as predicted and it had taken Summer to finally persuade Dillon to join them.
This was why he then found himself stuck in a booth in some nightclub with Flynn on one side of him and Gem on the other. Summer and Gemma were on the dance floor, Ziggy was propping up the bar attempting in vain to chat up some redhead and Scott had already decided he had had enough and had gone back to The Garage. Dillon was wishing desperately that he had left with him. He slouched and took a sip of his now lukewarm beer. Summer and Gemma returned to the booth grinning.
"Come on, guys, are the three of you determined not to enjoy yourselves or something?" Summer shook her head in exasperation at her male team mates.
"I am enjoying myself!" Flynn said defensively. "I just prefer not to dance, thanks very much."
"And you?" Gemma asked her brother, an eyebrow raised.
"I'm bored…" Gem admitted. Gemma rolled her eyes at him and decided that was not a good enough reason.
"Then you need to do some dancing, it'll be fun. Come on, you too, Flynn." She took both of their hands and pulled at them, ignoring their protests, until they caved in and followed her to the dance floor, leaving Summer alone with Dillon. She slid into the seat beside him and nudged him.
"What?" Dillon asked, taking another drink and not looking round at the yellow ranger.
"Are you determined not to have any fun tonight at all?" Summer smiled, nudging him again, this time Dillon turned to her exasperated. He knew the gleam in her eye well and shook his head. "I know where you're going with this. The answer is no. I don't dance."
"Oh come on, don't be so boring, just one dance," Summer rolled her eyes. Dillon stared at her for a few moments and sighed.
"You're not going to leave me alone until I do." It was not a question but Summer grinned and mouthed a nope. Dillon growled and allowed himself to be dragged by Summer to the dance floor.
"Now, you hear this noise, it's called music. And you dance to it." Summer teased. Dillon frowned and began to move to the music, discomfort plainly written on his face. He hadn't had nearly enough to drink for him to feel even the slightest bit less awkward. He could not help but think that he would be free to go home when it was over because only then would Summer be satisfied. He only had to last another three minutes.
"Sooner it's over, the better." Dillon shouted over the noise and grunted when someone behind him knocked him forwards. "How can you think this is fun?" He was no longer moving and stood out like a sore thumb on the dance floor.
"Because you're actually kind of awkwardly cute when forced into a situation like this," Summer laughed, then she turned and smiled at a girl who had accidentally elbowed her and was now apologising. At Summer's words, Dillon was struck dumb.
"How about another drink?" He finally managed to spit out as he took her wrist and began leading her through the crowd towards the bar.