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[nohrianprince]

I'm the crown prince of Nohr, Xander. My time is valuable but I can spare some for you.

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[nohrianprince]

I'm afraid I am not. But if it is a place you're fond of I'd be more than willing to see what such a place is like.

[hopesong]

It's a place where you go for cheap drinks and cheap food and to dance. Nothing formal, though. Just casual dancing.

[nohrianprince]

[This does not sound like something he'd enjoy even slightly. But he did, just moments ago, say that he'd go. Maybe he will like it?]

I see.

I admit. I do not know how to dance casually, as you put it. I was, however, trained in ballroom dancing growing up.

[hopesong]

Goodness, I haven't ballroom danced in many years. Not of course saying that they'd be even similar considering where we come from, but I do know formal dance as well.

I'll teach you some informal styles, if you'd like.

[nohrianprince]

I've never been the quickest study but I will do my best to learn, if you're wiling to teach.

When would you like to go on this venture to the nightclubs?

As my comp boots for 40 yrs

[hopesong]

I'd like to think that I happen to be a fairly decent teacher.

When are you next free, hun?

[nohrianprince]

I would appear to be free this upcoming weekend. I can pick you up at whatever hour suits you best.

One would have to assume that you go to a nightclub at night so this isn't a brunch or even lunch time sort of establishment.

[hopesong]

I'll free up my schedule, in that case. How about around 8pm?

And you'd be correct about that assumption of yours too.

[nohrianprince]

Eight? And as implied there will be dinner and dancing involved that would put us out quite late, would it not?

[hopesong]

[Holy shit. He didnt give off boomer energy, but here she is.]

The point of a nightclub is to not get back home until 3am, at last call.

[nohrianprince]

Oh dear.

[hopesong]

How about I bring the princess back home by 12am at the latest?

[nohrianprince]

*Crown prince. well. King.

But yes. That sounds agreeable.

[hopesong]

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I'll see you then, sugar. Don't dress too nice.

[nohrianprince]

How should I dress if not nice? This is dinner and dancing!

she typed "yeah but its slutty dancing"

[hopesong]

[Kate types something back, thinks about it, and types something else in its place.]

Find a pair of chinos and a collared shirt. You'll be fine.

[nohrianprince]

I see. [He did not, in fact, see.] I will do what I can.

And I will see you at eight.