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After hours-- nay, days!-- of waiting, at last it's salsa night. La noche del ritmo (that’s “night of rhythm” for those who tragically refuse to brush up on their Spanish). Down on solid ground, it’s marked with wobbly turns, missed cues, and bold declarations of “I totally meant to do that.” But up in our little corner of the community hall on the Mnemosyne, it’s all warm lights, borrowed partners, and a playlist that refuses to let you stand still.

The humble chaos has been carefully unleashed by our fearless instructor EVA because she was clearly feeling optimistic! Come try a step (or three), spin someone new, and maybe leave with smoother moves than you came in with. Or at least a good story.

Salsa!

At its core, salsa is a conversation disguised as a dance: a gentle lead, a daring spin, a dramatic pause that says, “Yes, I absolutely meant to do that.” It’s rhythm with personality, flair with a wink, and just enough drama to keep things interesting.

How to Play: Grab a partner and get ready to roll some dice to see how well you take to the floor! For the sake of ease, we're going to say that there's four 'rounds' making up a song, but if you want to keep it going, go right ahead. Each dancer will roll 6d6 and match pairs with their partner.

🕺0 matches: This is a disaster. Someone got an elbow to a body part. Tears might be shed.
💃1 - 2 matches: A little stumble, a wee fumble. Maybe a little embarrassing, but you can brush it off.
🕺3-4 matches: You're finding the groove and looking good. Having a great time on the dance floor!
💃5-6 matches: Flawless chemistry. It's unbelievable. Your coworkers might think you're gettin nasty behind closed doors.

Bachata!

For those brave enough to learn two dances in one night, or who just want something slower, Eva's going to do a Bachata crash course. Slower than its flashier cousins, but no less dramatic, it trades whirlwind spins for close steps and a hip movement that politely insists on being noticed.

There’s a step-together-step, a tap with just a hint of flair, and a rhythm that feels suspiciously like a love song written at 2 a.m. Bachata isn’t about showing off—it’s about leaning in, finding the groove, and letting the music do most of the talking while you pretend you’re not completely swept up in it.

How to Play:Each dancer will roll 3d6, and count the amount of 3's and 6's rolled between the pair. 3 and 6 are the only ones that matter. Again, four ‘rounds’ make up a song.

💃 0 matches: Catastrophic! This is not going well. Maybe you need a new partner
🕺1-2 matches: Not too shabby! Not the smoothest it could be, but you're both feeling confident.
💃3-4 matches: Stunning. You have the room feeling flushed.
🕺5-6 matches: Is it hot in here? It's hot in here. We're all sweating just watching that spark catch.

For the Wallflowers!

Not everyone is meant to take to the floor, but that doesn't mean they have to be bored! Eva's brought a frankly alarming amount of playing cards for people to play the card game of their choice. She has instructions for Blackjack, War, and Trash on various tables. Bets are welcome, but please no strip anything, thank you.

And for those who prefer their thrills less competitive and more snack-shaped, there’s a spread of treats and drinks to keep spirits high. Something fizzy, something sweet, something questionably healthy but undeniably delicious—it’s all fair game. Refuel, refresh, and return to the action (or the spectating) as you see fit.

How to Play Blackjack (or 21):

The goal is to get the closest to 21 without going over.
- Roll 2d12 to simulate real cards (a 12 functions as an ace, so it can be a 1 or an 11 depending on the best outcome for your hand.
- Either 'stay' by ceasing rolling, or continue rolling 1d12 as many times as you like until you're at 21 or as close as possible.
- If you 'bust' or go over 21, you loose.

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"I did fucking hate that thing," Maryle grumbles with feigned malice, though there's a hint of frustration at their less than perfect showing. They've had a day though. A week. Whatever. She'll make him dance until they're back to normal.

"Do you think you could be off because you're stupid?"

[6, 6, 4, 4, 3, 1]

"No, it's never occurred to me as even a remote possibility." He knows that once she's skittish the only solution is to keep pressure on her, so he falls into step as much as he can.

[5, 4, 2, 2, 2, 1]

"I think you should reassess some things." It's not getting worse, at least, but Maryle still feels the disconnect. It's fine. Dom seems fine.

"You seem like you're feeling better."

[6, 6, 5, 3, 2, 1]

As fluid as their hands are meant to be, he still squeezes hers in his, just for a second. "I wasn't myself." Not true; he'd been some of himself that morning. "Thank you, however, for behaviour that I know gives you hives."

[5, 4, 3, 3, 2, 2]

The squeeze of hands is returned, and for a moment Maryle doesn't really care about the fact that her impatience to fall back into a rhythm is probably making it harder to.

"It's an insane thing to hear, especially after coming back from being in the field for the first time again." Which still makes her stomach turn, stupidly.

"...you know I'll do whatever you need, even if I'm shit at it." A pause and then she adds, "You stupid idiot."

[6, 5, 4, 1, 1, 1]

"I hope she's mean to you," Dom mutters wistfully and absolutely loud enough for her to hear.

[6, 5, 2, 2, 1, 1]

"We're going to be best friends and you're going to hate it," is Maryle's quick, easy response, that even comes with a little smile.

"Oh, your life is going to be hell."

[6, 5, 2, 2, 2, 2]

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salsa: dom & maryle.

salsa: dom & maryle.

salsa: dom & maryle.

salsa: dom & maryle.

salsa: dom & maryle.

salsa: dom & maryle.

salsa: dom & maryle.