An alternate take on sbemail "nightlife". Because I like the idea of Marzipan all but forcing Strong Sad to get his ass out on the dance floor and have some fun. XD

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"...And if I'm feeling really crazy, I'll actually get out on the dance floor, and bust some fresh not-dancing."

Okay, so Strong Sad was definitely not the club type, and his idea of busting some moves was leaping across the room in a leotard. Marzipan knew this was his idea of making a statement, and Marzipan always approved of making statements.

But right now, she wanted to dance and he was being a giant wet blanket. She could ditch him, but that would be too easy. No, he wouldn't even blink, he'd just keep standing there making his statement. She had to do something drastic, something to get a reaction out of him.

"Come on." She grabbed his arm and with surprising ease hauled him out onto the dance floor. Strong Sad shook his head comically and blinked. There we go, Marzipan thought with a smile.

"Hey, what gives?! Oh, no, I'm actually having fun!" Strong Sad groaned with a small laugh as he realized he was actually moving. Marzipan smirked and let her ponytail brush against his cheek.

"Mission accomplished."

They danced the night away, or at least until The Cheat fell asleep at the turntables and everyone got tired of Coach Z and his "freestyle".