Show Me How You Burlesque
Hit it up, get it up
Won't let you rest
Hit it up, get it up
This is not a test
Hit it up, get it up
Gotta give me your best
So get your ass up
Show me how you burlesque
-Show Me How You Burlesque, Burlesque
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Jack sat deathly still in his cage as only a winter spirit could, blinking blankly at Terpsichore.
"...you're kidding," he said finally. "Like the billy goat said to his wife, you're kidding. No. Really."
Terpsichore choked on a laugh, leaning against the cage. "You can't be serious, Jack Frost," she said when she recovered. "Did you really think everyone was coming across you by accident, and they just so happened to be ready to dance? Surely you've noticed everyone asking for a dance, seeking you out for one. "
Jack thought for a second before deciding honesty was the easiest answer this time. "To be honest...no. I got too used to being shooed off or avoided to notice. I never stuck around to talk. No one ever wanted to talk to me before anyway."
Terpsichore winced, and Jack took advantage of that. "Can you let me out of this thing now? Really not digging the cage."
Terpsichore blinked a few times, almost as if she had forgotten he was locked in the cage, before she smirked. "Oh, but you look so pretty in there," she teased, reaching in to stroke his cheek, biting back a laugh when he avoided her hand with an utterly deadpan expression. "Maybe I just want to keep you. I'd be the envy of most of the spirit world, especially the club. I could rent you out. It would make things much easier, if less fun."
"Ha. Ha. Elemental, seasonal spirit here. It's not gonna be pretty if you try that."
The door swung open and Jack shot out like a flash. He dropped to the floor, projecting nonchalance as hard as he could to cover that moment. "So, you're saying there's, what, some kind of club dedicated to tracking sightings of me?"
"And tracking who danced what and where with you, plus how many times. Spring brags that she was the first. Was she really the first spirit you danced with? There's some argument over that." Terpsichore answered, sounding a bit more amused now that she was sure Jack wasn't trying to take her place as spirit of dance and that he had no idea about the entire club.
Jack thought for a minute before shrugging. "She was the first I danced with as far as I can remember. Always had to make an ice partner before that. Dancing with spirits is a lot more fun." He grinned and gave his staff a twirl, wandering the temple idly.
"So why didn't you ever dance with me?" Terpsichore demanded. Jack paused, looking back at her over his shoulder.
"I...don't know, opportunity never came up I guess. Why?"
Terpsichore scowled again. "Because I am the Muse of Dance. I, of all spirits, am the only one worthy of judging a dancer."
"...meaning?" Jack asked, leaning against his staff in a deceptively casual pose. She made one false move and he was so out of here.
"Meaning, Frost, that I want to see you dance," she huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at him as if he were impossibly slow.
"Hey, I dance for fun, not because someone demands I perform for them," Jack said, getting more than a little irritated at her demand.
They glared at each other until Terpsichore huffed again, breaking eye contact. The temple was quiet, eerily so, as they faced off.
Terpsichore smiled suddenly, looking back up at Jack flirtatiously through her lashes.
"What about a game?" she suggested. "I do want to dance with you, and see if you're as good as they say. If you're as good as the club says you are – I have some information you may be interested in."
"And if I'm not? What club is this anyway, the 'Stalk Frost' club?" Jack asked, the leaning against his staff a little more relaxed than a few seconds ago, the banter less defensive.
Terpsichore giggled. "Don't be silly. It's the 'Stalk Frost and Dance With Him' club, of course. And if you're not as good as they say," she added, hands on hips and glaring at Jack, "then you stay here until you are."
"Or I could just fly away right here and now," he countered, starting to enjoy the banter. Terpsichore might be able to hold him, but he doubted it. He was a Guardian, and the spirit of winter before that, which put him in a much more powerful class of spirit than he'd ever dreamed before. Add to that the belief he was gaining by the day and the lowering belief in the muses, and well...
"But then you'll never find out what I know," she said, "and my satyresses would love another chance at you."
He suppressed a shudder. He didn't want those hands on him again, thank you. And he most definitely didn't want to have to keep an eye out for them.
"Well, when you put it like that," he said, carefully leaning his staff against the cage where he'd be able to keep an eye on it, "what did you have in mind?"
Her eyes gleamed as she took his hand. "A little number I like to call...try to keep up," she said, sweeping off into a waltz.
A/N: Okay, so Jack had some other things to think about besides the club dedicated to dancing with him. But hey, clue-by-four. Don't let it go to your head, frost boy.
I really didn't know what song to use for this one.