Kurt & Alison put on their dancing shoes...

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In which Alison and Kurt ham it up, and generally have a very good time...

Thursday evening

Alison walks down the stairs leading to the main hall, well aware she is slightly late and not feeling sorry for it in the least. The extra time has been well spent, and she allows herself a smug look while smoothing down the midnight blue dress she's chosen to wear. She spots Kurt sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her, and grins to herself - they will, she suspects, be stealing the limelight tonight.

Looking up, Kurt grins at her and lets out a saucy whistle, stands up, and offers her his arm, to the bemusement of everyone coming and going in the foyer, including Jamie.

"Ms. Blaire? Are you ready?"

Alison smiles warmly and accepts his arm with a flourish, throwing an amused wink Jamie's way as he goggles at them both. "Why, Mr Wagner, I was born ready," she purrs back, feeling ridiculously cheered up by the notion of an evening out dancing with someone who she suspects will be just as keen as she is to go out there and make the crowds gawk.

Kurt laughs at her outlandish behaviour, recognizing in her many of his circus friends. "Born ready? Ready for this?" he quickly whips her around into a very low dip.

She laughs out loud in delight as he twirls her into the dip, and arches her back as he lowers her, raising one leg in the classic finale pose of the move. "When I say born ready, I mean it!" she gleefully affirms, relishing the absolute certainty that this is only the beginning of things for tonight.

Bringing her back up, he laughs, more at ease than he has been in a while. It's been a rough week, from his first confusing double trap practice with Ororo, all the first practices on Tuesday, and them combat again on Wednesday. Even today he'd already worked with two hand balancing teams as well as doing his own work out. This was a chance to lose himself in his old life, of after show parties and dancing till dawn with the troupe.

"Okay, I believe you. Are you planning on driving?"

"Oooh, yes." She opens up a tiny little purse, and reaches in to show him something, dangling it aloft with a triumphant look. "We, are driving in style tonight," she twirls the keychain at the end of a fingertip.

He looks suspiciously at the keychain, which looked suspiciously masculine. "Whose car are we taking, exactly?"

"Vroooom," Alison says with delectation, flipping the keychain in the air and catching it on the way down with satisfaction. "I asked Scott if I could borrow one of his cars." She's clearly practically dancing in place merely at the thought of driving the car.

"Good thing I've been to confession recently, I guess. So are we ready? Or should I say, are they ready?"

She laughs at his words, feeling the tension of the last weeks bleeding away gradually. Out of the mansion, away from everything, nothing complicated - just out dancing. Oh, I needed this! "They'll never know what hit them," she declares, determination gleaming in her eyes. "We'll knock 'em dead!"

"Agreed. But get us to this place in one piece first, okay?"

She raises an eyebrow at him, giving him a stern look. "I shall have you know that I am an excellent driver, Mr. Wagner. You are safe with me," she says with dignity, before giving him a wicked smile. "Good thing you're not wearing a hat, mind you. Hats are another story. They usually don't do well - especially when the car is an open top." She gives him a solemn nod.

He opens the door and holds it for her, before walking her to the car, and opening the door. "I guess I'll just have to trust you then, Allison."

She sweeps out the door with a grand gesture, striking a pose and bringing up her hand to her mouth as though she were holding a cigar. "Kurt," she declares, picking up a flawless Bogard-esque accent, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The door closes behind then as they laugh, settling in the car to head off for the evening.