A/N: Prompt from otpprompts on Tumblr: "Imagine Person B is listening to music in their bedroom. A song they really like comes on their mp3/phone/other device so they get up and dance like nobodys' business. After a moment or two he/she yells in alarm as Person A, who has been at the window since the song started, calls out to them, "Ya havin' fun?" It's a short one, but I'm uploading another one right after it. Enjoy!

"Dancer"

Archie leaned back in his home office chair and let out a large breath. His hand went to his forehead and rubbed his temples. It had been a long week and it looked like it would be even longer with all the developments that have been happening throughout Storybrooke. Between Regina losing her mother, Belle turning into Lacey- or as Ruby had named her 'the anti-Belle'- and not to mention Mary Margaret's fight with her self-described darkening heart, he was swamped. He closed the top file and picked himself out of his chair. He wanted to help, but it was time to take a break and unwind.

He shut the door to his home office and crossed the hall toward his bedroom. Pongo picked up his head just a little as his master entered, but quickly put it back down. He felt his master's agitation and knew that it would only add to it if he jumped up to greet him. He let out a comfortable sigh and turned in his dog bed to go back to sleep.

The bedroom was quiet and so was the rest of the home. Archie scratched his head. Even though he wanted a rest from his work, he definitely was not in the mood for complete silence. It felt too, unreal and unnatural. He turned to the small record player he had in the corner, a gift from Marco during the setting of the curse. Marco had told him that it was a project that he had completed and no longer had room in his garage workshop for. Archie happily agreed to take it off his hands at the time.

After a small look through the records he had in the case next to it, he put on some upbeat jazz music. He put the needle to the record and shut his eyes as the beat began to fill the room. There wasn't much in his room other than his Queen sized bed, dresser and Pongo's bed. It seemed like the music seemed to fill up the rest.

Soon he felt the music move over him and his feet began to tap on the floor and then began to move. He smirked at the unconscious movements and pushed himself from the record player and took off his sweater vest and undid the top button of his shirt. If he was going to unwind, he wasn't going to let his attire slow him down. He shuffled his feet in time to the music and began to hang up the vest in the closet before he moved back toward the record player. It was then that the next song started and a large grin over took his face. It was one of his favorites.

In the Mood seemed to blast from the record player and Archie couldn't help himself at that point. He started from the furthest part of the room and slid across the hard wood floor and then went into kicking steps. He swung his arms as if he was throwing out all his frustrations and the worries of his friends and clients. He turned and clapped in time with the music as his feet kept going. He was suddenly grateful for the lack of clutter in his bedroom. He may think about doing more of this in the future.

The music kept him going through the whole song and in his own little world. So much so that he didn't hear his front door open or see Pongo perk his head up and get up from his bed to meet the visitor. The dalmatian walked down the hallway and met Ruby in the front room, hanging up her black jacket. He huffed a welcome at her and she beamed down at the dog.

"How's my good boy?" she asked and rubbed the top of his head and then fished out a wafer from the pocket of her hung jacket. She looked around the room and in the kitchen. No Archie. She hummed and then looked down at the dog, "Where's daddy, huh?"

Pongo swallowed the rest of the wafer and looked back toward the bedroom. It was then that Ruby heard the beats of music and clapping. She smiled at the noise, though her curiosity was peeked. She patted Pongo on the head again and walked down the hallway toward the bedroom. She pushed open the door and peeked in where Archie was now kicking his feet forward in a jazzy swing step. Pongo came in next to her and walked back calmly to his bed where he decided to watch his master.

Ruby leaned against the door frame and had to say that she was pretty impressed by his steps. She didn't know that he even knew how to dance, and now wondered if he knew how to with a partner. He was halfway through his next song when he turned toward the door and let out a yell. He fell out of rhythm and fell back to the floor. Ruby giggled into her hand and then walked over to him calmly. She leaned over him with a large smile.

"Ya havin' fun?" she asked cheekily.

Archie chuckled embarrassed from the floor as he looked up at her, "Wasn't expecting you home so early."

"So thought you'd have a dance off, love bug?" she asked again and helped him off the floor. She straightened his shirt and little and dusted him off, "I didn't know you know how to dance like that."

"Marco gave me the record player, I thought that I would give it some good use," Archie explained and then sighed, "I had to unwind from the day."

"Ah," she nodded and held his hands between the two of them before she leaned up and pecked him on the lips.

He smiled down at her and turned to the record player before he turned back to her, "You wanna give it a whirl, Ruby?"

"Taught yourself without a partner?" she asked with a lift of the eye brow.

"Always want to be prepared," he said and suddenly whipped her out from him to spin her back into him, her back against his chest. He put his lips to her ear and whispered, "What do you say? Wanna cut a rug?"

"How can I say no?" she smiled and let him lead her into a smakin' good time.

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