[ dance ]
Finn had never been much of a dancer, mostly because he positively had two left feet--at least on a dance floor--and the body coordination of a two year old when it came to body movement. It didn’t even make sense. As a drummer, he could always stay on beat and as a football player he knew how to be in sync with other people through running around a field. But dancing? Nope. Not happening. Before he knew it, everyone was out on the dance floor, dancing like there was no tomorrow. He had no choice but to join, stepping side to side and keeping it as minimal as possible until someone came swooping in from the side, yelling “you need to step up!”. He rolled his eyes when he realized it was Jesse, trying his best to match his energy with Jesse’s. He wasn’t sure if they were having some kind of dance battle or if it was two buds pulling off some moves, but either way, he was definitely on the losing side. “You trying to make me look more stupid than I already do?”
