How Green Becomes Wood

"You're just lucky I didn't video your confession," Xanded said dryly. "I did, however, video this." He showed Dark one of the videos he'd gotten of Dark's very hip-centered dance. "Now that was weird. Definitely something worth videoing."
 
"My confession...?" Dark asked, but after a moment he did remember parts of that, and as he took a sip of coffee he said, "I stand by everything I said. What I remember saying."

"It was very romantic," Daizi murmured, "a bit embarrassing, but I think it was very sweet."

Watching the video with a serious frown, Dark sat back and said "Is this your way to express your jealousy at not knowing how to dance?"
 
"Nope. It's my way of saying I've got video of you shaking your a** in a way that'd make a lot of girls at school swoon," Xander smirked.

Alec rolled his eyes, knowing Xander would never do it.
 
"Knowing they have crushes on me and showing the video still necessitates you accepting I am a particularly attractive man." Dark replied coolly, "and I do not work there anymore, so it is not like it will reflect back on me.'
 
Xander stared at him. "Seriously, man? You are dense." He shook his head and walked away. "Just look out when you decide you want a new job."

Alec focused on his breakfast.
 
"Are you threatening to put it online?" Dark asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "I truly do not understand what I am supposed to be afraid of."

"Dark can dance if he wants to. He can leave his friends behind." Cooger chuckled, "and he was on his own private property using prescription medication."
 
"You're all boring as rocks unless you're on them!" Xander called over his shoulder as he headed upstairs.

"Because if they don't dance then they are no friends of yours?" Alec asked with a grin.
 
"I think he is upset that he does not scare me." Dark said simply. It was a bit embarrassing he had been dancing so freely in front of his boys, but if he let himself be embarrassed of everything he did, he'd probably have to crawl into a hole forever.

"And we can go where we want you," Cooger laughed.
 
"Aw, man, I can't remember the rest of the words!" Alec moaned. "It's such a great song." He glanced at Dark. "You certainly do have a lot of hip wiggle, Baba, which is cool, but not something I wanted to know just yet. However," he smirked, "you have a long way to go to reach the heights of a true belly dancer, as they are called."
 
"Raqs sharqi," Daizi said, "but you can't fault him for not learning to belly dance. It's not really something for him to have learned. I know those movements, though, but I dance all the time, so I don't think that's much of a surprise."
 
"I mean, he could, if he wanted to," Daizi said, resting his arms on the table, "but those sort of dances, for us, we weren't taking classes, we learned those moves from our families and our community, and boys aren't really taught those sorts of moves, at least not where we were."
 
"Dabke used to be only for men," Dark said, bouncing Ivy on his knee, "We can teach you to dance. It is very important to know how to dance. Even Cooger can dance when he needs to."
 
Alec looked ever so slightly hurt. "I know how to dance. I just don't know your dance, but we can talk about that once you are feeling better." He stood. "Meanwhile, I have dishes to do! Did you get enough to eat, Cooger? Does anyone need anything before I dunk my hands in suds?"
 
"I know you can," Dark replied, confused how this happened, "but you said I could teach you to dance, so I said I can teach you to dance. You did not specify which dance or dances you wanted to learn."

Cooger waved his hand, bringing his dishes to the dishwasher, "No, I'm full, don't worry."
 
Alec stared at Dark, wondering what on earth was happening. He shook his head and chose to move on. "Speaking of dancing, our band has a gig this Saturday, though I guess that's singing, but close enough."
 
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