Al and Paige, dancedancedance.

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Drablet sized for your convenience. Just a little fun; Paige doesn't like weddings. Alison is no dummy. That doesn't mean Alison can't pounce and make her dance with. Twirling does not equal weddings, after all.


A slightly out of tune humming was heard before Paige entered the kitchen, still damp hair in a loose braid and earbuds firmly in place. There were the first golden glances of morning on the cool linoleum, and the two way door swished back and forth as she allowed herself a little two step heading towards the kettle of vanilla tea Cain tended to leave on low for her for after her morning run.

Pulling an unsuspecting wooden spoon from it’s place, she mouthed the words of her song into it on one side, her left hand occupying itself by grabbing herself a mug from above the counter. There was a little pirouette across the floor, her large, wooly socks soundless, ended abruptly as she found herself in front of the stove, but not the end of her show as she decided to treat herself to a little milk in her tea and made her way to the ‘fridge.

Opening the fridge door was the usual, safe gesture but closing it once more revealed a blonde grinning a touch evilly at her. The milk carton was seized and set aside on the counter carelessly and Paige found herself suddenly gathered up, bubbling laughter taking the place of the usual words of greeting on any morning, and without further ado – and taking great advantage of Paige's besocked feet being able to skid on the wooden floor far too easily - Alison twirled the younger woman off in a cheerful, madcap dance through the kitchen before leading her straight out into the hallway.

Any noises of shock and surprised were stifled by additional giggling, the intense concentration it took not to fall on her face, and more giggling. Lots and lots of giggling. Allowing herself a moment where she didn’t pretend, Paige took a deep breath, shaking loose her earphones so they draped over her shoulders, blaring their tiny music, and with a grin and all something like three dance classes under her belt, tried her best to keep up.