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Corinne fell in line with the music.  The beat.  She was used to dancing to precisely, if unemotively, performed music.  It was not always the case, but it happened.  It happened, a lot.


She also didn't have to do a routine, so she was freer, and unconcerned.  It just so happened that everyone else dancing was so lock step that even with her size she wasn't hitting other people.  She didn't notice that Phae and Cathy were on the dance floor, barring them being right up on her.  She closed her eyes and gave the urge of the dancing.  Following the beat without needing to be able to see the rest of everyone.  She bounced, and was happy with it. After all she loved to dance.  Her arms held up as she moved.

It was enough to more than distract her as this was happening, as she moved energetically, a bit more than some of the others, though it certainly wasn't any ballet on her part.

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Robin's gaze skipped over the crowd, her dancing half-hearted at best. Stealth, Robin could manage but deceit was less in her wheelhouse. Her hip bumped into Riley's, using his wiry frame as she watched with narrowed grey eyes, in the hope that she would be ignored as half of a couple. Only one hand draped over Riley's shoulders, the other hand down by her side mostly to make sure they weren't too entangled if things went bad quickly. The tension in her coiled muscles broadcast better than words that she expected trouble imminently. 

 

"There's pickpockets in the crowd," she said, the words low and pitched not to carry too far. Her grey-eyed gaze darted, towards the most recent mark, "I think they might be slipping stuff into pockets too." 

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Hands flat on the table, head on a swivel, Winifred watched as first Raina and then Robin along with Riley slipped out of the booth and made a small distressed sound in spite of herself. If they hadn't been conspicuous before she certainly was sitting all by herself. On the other hand she was neither an actor nor a dancer and while she might have muddled through the latter in normal circumstances pretending to be someone who wanted to dance was a layer of complexity she couldn't help but overthink until she felt paralyzed by indecision. She didn't think an episode was imminent but who knew how the band's bizarre powers of suggestion might effect her after continued exposure?

 

"Hnnnnh..." Swallowing thickly but doing her best to keep her expression impassive she slid awkwardly out of the booth and maneuvered hesitantly out toward the dance floor. Really not feeling competent enough for any hip swinging she settled for shifting her weight from one side to the other, aided at least by a passable grasp of rhythm and tempo. She had no idea what to do with her hands. She was certain there must be something she was supposed to be doing with her hands.

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Satisfied that her compatriots were on the field and ready to intervene if anybody started messing with Cathy or Phae, Raina began slipping through the crowd of dancers till she got a look at the banks of speakers. There was magic emanating from them, and though it didn't look like the speakers themselves were producing the magic, they were definitely spreading it, amplifying its reach. The aura looked oddly familiar, almost like Talya when she was using power, but the scent was different, wrong. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but she did have the beginnings of a plan. 

 

She danced her way across the floor, flickering like a flame as she wended her way through the moving bodies. When she reached Riley and Robin she paused, taking a moment to cut in between the pair and loop her arms around Riley's neck, leaning in towards him intimately. "I'm going to try and take out the speakers," she told him, "try and limit the spread of the magic. You guys need to get the band; I think whatever's going on is coming from them. There's not enough of us to stop whatever's gonna happen if we can't wake up the audience." She pulled away, gave Robin a playful pat on the cheek and was gone again, heading for the walkway behind the speakers. She dearly wished she had Merlin with her tonight, but surely destroying a technological project would be easier than putting one together. 

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Woah! Does she- Riley thought about that for a minute, and shed the grin from his face as best he could. He didn't really like Raina that way, but she was real pretty. Getting his mind on other things was helped by the inescapable fact that Robin was right there and pretty good at telling when he was full of crap. "Yeah." He made a show of 'reconciling' with Robin, slipping his arms around her from behind so he could whisper right in her ear, her thick, dark hair brushing against his face. "You smell good, cutie," he murmured, briefly distracted before whispering, "You go straight up, I'll come 'round the side and cut 'em off. Don't wanna chase 'em into whatever they've got back there..." 

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Robin blinked once as Raina cut in, too confused to have jealousy flicker in. Hell, Raina still hadn't forgiven Riley for the last round of bear-pee smoke bombs. She gave one short sharp nod to Raina to show she understood. Deception wasn't her strong suit but thankfully they hadn't seemed to garner any attention, yet. When Riley came close, Robin's hands dropped to his slim waist and she cocked her head upwards. 

 

"Let's cut in closer to the front and when we make a move, I can give you a lift up, maybe?" She suggested, not to get Riley out of any main line of fire - well, not entirely, he was without his best weapon, "Then you can keep eyes on in case they try something. Got anything you can use from range?" As she spoke, Robin began to move their way through the crowd, taking the front position. It wasn't as if any normal dancer was going to successfully jostle her if she didn't want to play along.

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"Just my gloves," admitted Riley, who from his pockets was pulling on black leather fingerless gloves that could almost pass for club gear if you didn't look too closely but on closer inspection were pretty clearly MMA-style fighting gloves. With a few tricks up his sleeves. "Bastards ruined a perfectly good night." At least fighting bare-handed meant both his hands would be free during whatever followed. His arm around Robin's waist, he scanned the room. "Don't got much if I'm up there. Better just let me be your rear support. Always a good view back there, watchin' you kick some ass." He grinned fiercely, reaching up to adjust his fedora to make sure it would stay on in whatever was about to happen. Whatever the hell was going on, he'd come out to have a good time with Robin, and he was going to do that as long as he could. 

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