Ballroom Blitz
Oh yeah, it was like lightning,
everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing,
'cause they all started grooving
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

And the man at the back said everyone attack
And it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said boy,
I wanna warn ya
It'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz
-Ballroom Blitz, The Sweet

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Jack didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to get tired. They'd started with a waltz, something Jack was very familiar with. It always seemed to surprise his partner, unless they were apparently part of that club and had been seeking a waltz, that a free spirit like Jack would like something as formal as a waltz.

Then Terpsichore had switched to a Viennese waltz, much faster and more complex than the usual waltz, sending them spinning around the room dizzyingly fast.

Jack had managed to keep up and had caught on to her game when she changed again, to a cha cha this time, and managed to surprise her by switching it over to a tango mid-step, startling a laugh out of Terpsichore when he leered outrageously at her with an exaggerated wink and raised eyebrows as he dipped her low as he dared.

Terpsichore really enjoyed that, if Jack was any judge. The smile on her face certainly said she did, and was still.

Jack started to enjoy their game at that point, if only because it was so rare to find someone else who knew all these dances and could keep up when he really got into them.

He matched her earlier surprises by switching the tango with a flamenco, the first he'd been able to do in ages. It wasn't quite as much fun without the proper outfits, but he was still having fun – even now, as he started to tire.

Even he got tired eventually, he didn't have a permanent caffeine high no matter what certain spirits suspected.

Ready to wrap Terpsichore's little challenge up, Jack spun into one of his favorites – swing. Terpsichore was laughing properly now, still keeping up easily. Jack was grinning so hard it almost hurt despite the ache in his legs, the protests of his arms when he had to pick Terpsichore up for a move.

Following a sudden urge, when they spun apart next, Jack switched dances again.

To the chicken dance.

Terpsichore was laughing to hard to match him as he goofed off, dropping to the floor and laughing until she couldn't breathe as he wiggled and flapped his way through the dance.

"What kind of dance do you call that?" she demanded when she finally could breathe again. Judging that her challenge was over, Jack dropped to the floor beside her, pretending affront.

"I'll have you know that dance is almost mandatory at weddings around my hometown," he declared. He laughed again when she looked at him disbelievingly. "Not even kidding. But it's fun, and that's what counts, right? So, did I pass?"

Terpsichore tapped her chin, pretending to debate the question. "Well, you did manage to keep up with me, but I'm not sure..."

"Aw, come on," Jack mock whined, falling back to sprawl on the floor.

Terpsichore snickered at his antics, shifting to pull her legs under her. She tucked a loose curl behind her ear, sobering. "I suppose I'll have to say you passed my challenge," she said. "But don't think I won't check up on you now and again. Even I desire a partner who knows what he's doing every so often."

Jack huffed out a laugh. "You're so on," he agreed, not moving from his sprawl on the floor. "Could be fun."

The temple was silent for a bit after that as both spirits caught their breath, finally broken when Jack stretched.

Terpsichore eyed his lean form as he arched, and he chuckled as he sat up with a little embarrassment. He'd just learned about the fan club, he wasn't used to the attention yet. He just started getting used to being seen, being oogled was something else altogether.

"Soooo..." he said to cover that moment, "you promised information if I passed? Gonna tell me about this fan club?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" she replied, grinning. "I'll probably get in trouble, since now you'll know why everyone's looking for you. Finding you and getting a dance is half the fun when you don't know it's coming."

"Aw, come on," Jack groaned again, laughing. She laughed at him again before standing, walking over to her throne to sit down properly.

"The information I was offering wasn't about the club, anyway," she said once she was seated. "Though if some of your friends want information about it...like, say, Queen Toothiana...them I'll tell," she added with a wink. "But there's some rumors I think the Guardians should hear, but no one's gotten their attention or been brave enough to try. Your friends can be very single minded and intimidating at times."

Jack snorted, propping himself up on his elbows to look over at her. "Okay, grant you that. I'm listening."

Terpsichore smiled again, leaning forward, bracing her hands on her knees. "Well, to start with..."

A/N: Burgess looks like it's roughly in southwestern Pennsylvania. Author is from southwestern PA. Trust me when I say, almost every wedding I've been to has had the Chicken Dance done at least once. It's almost The Dance of My People.