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[i][color=CFD3C6]'Dammit... dammit... not again!'[/color][/i] Rurik wasn't much of a dancer, that much was clear. He was basically just being pulled and dragged around the dancefloor by Christine while he put all his faculties into not stepping on her feet. Meanwhile, the spotlight that shone upon them grated further and further on his nerves. He had no doubt that little rich brat was behind it.

What she didn't realize, was that this meant war.

Except every time he was about to take aim at it, Christine would lead him out of sight of it! Either another dancing couple would get in the way, or she'd turn him so he wasn't able to see it! It was maddening!

No, no, it was fine. They'd been dancing long enough now that he'd totally gotten a feel for it. Guys were supposed to lead when dancing anyway, right? Ignoring that he'd just mentally trampled over decades of gender progression, he put his plan into action. With the grand total of three minutes or so of experience he'd just acquired, he tried to take the lead.

In doing so, he effectively tripped Christine, threatening to knock her on her ass. Rather than a simple maneuver so he could get the damnable spotlight in his sights, he'd instead ended up having to catch her. To the casual observer, it looked like he'd thrown Christine into a dip as part of their dance. Someone even clapped. Rurik just clenched his jaw and rolled with it. Never mind the fact that all his weight had ended up loaded on one foot and a gentle breeze threatened to demolish what was left of his balance.

On the bright side, he was facing the right direction now. He extended his index finger and fired off a tiny bolt, which sped across the room and punched a neat hole in the spotlight lens, annihilating's the bulb inside. It would look like someone had simply turned it off unless they took a closer look, and with Rurik's projectiles being nigh imperceptible energy, it was untraceable. With a victorious smirk, he set about pulling himself and Christine upright again.

[color=CFD3C6]"What can I say? You're, uhh, a great teacher..."[/color] Rurik told her while unable to meet her eyes. Yep. Totally... totally on purpose.

The battle was won and the ball was back in Lise's court.