Trolls 3.0

Dance With Me

A/N: Cliva date requested by K0121B and based on an idea by mariesme on Tumblr :)

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Clay didn't know a whole lot about relationships of the romantic kind, but one thing that he had come to learn over time is that relationships worked if the partners shared interests. And anyone who knew him and Viva knew that both of them loved to dance. Even those who didn't quite know them soon came to learn this fact when the beat dropped and the groove began to get it on at Branch and Poppy's wedding reception. Both he and Viva boogied down to the beat, ensuring without a doubt that the rhythm of the night stayed well and alive. Each pop and lock, each shimmy and shake, each sway and grind was, in a word Clay may use, totally brodacious, and in word Viva may use, fantast-amazing! Either way, both terms meant the same exact thing (which, for the purposes of those who are unfamiliar with it, means completely incredible!)

Still, Clay couldn't exactly wrap his head around how, as he sat there panting like a puppy and ready to flop from exhaustion, Viva was as perked as ever, simply buzzing with anticipation in hopes of getting right back out on the dance floor once again. Where the pink Troll had the ability to have a boundless amount of energy had been an enigma to Clay since the first day he'd met her. Just watching her sometimes made Clay feel like he'd ran a mile. That was, when he wasn't feeling like a sauna was heating up his face, and that a dozen butterflies were flapping about restlessly within his stomach. He recognized that very feeling starting to take hold of him right then, and quickly he tore his ogling gaze away. Just because she'd agreed to come with him as his date didn't mean that he felt it right to gawk at her all night long! As he'd reiterated to himself, this whole "relationship" thing was something that was still very very new to Clay.

And her, his head reminded him, making note that Viva had not had another man in her life aside from Clay. He was her first, and that was something that was both amazing, yet nerve-wracking all the same. How was he supposed to know what right moves to make and which were the wrong ones?

That was the thing he loved about dancing, he guessed. In dancing, there weren't any real right or wrong moves. You could make things work the way you wanted them to, as long as you grooved to the beat of your drum and totally owned it when you did.

Suddenly, the lights in the area dimmed to a soft, ambient glow and the music that was playing changed into something slow and soothing. Clay knew exactly what time of the reception this was. And he already knew what words were going to come out of the sentient Cloud creature who had gone out of his way to announce it for everybody.

"All right, it's time for the bride and groom to get on out and have their first dance together. Come on, Dumpy Diapers, you know you wanna!"

Cloud Guy pointed a finger at Branch, who was scowling grumpily at him over the nickname (which was now much more of a nuisance than ever, ever since the clouded fellow had learned about the blue Troll's costume when performing as a part of BroZone). But Branch's annoyance disappeared into thin air when Poppy approached him, gently grabbing him by the hand and making the blue Troll blush in turn. A smile graced his face when she grabbed his other hand and the two smoothly glided over the dance floor, assuming the natural position of waltzers and lovingly gazing into each other's eyes.

A collective awww was heard among the guests, and, when the invitation was extended for others to join the couple of the night, more pairs began to make their way out. King Quincy and Queen Essence. Smidge and Milton Moss. Clay could even spot Spruce and his wife. Peeking over next to him, Clay saw how enraptured Viva was with the unfolding scene. Her hands were clasped and there was a certain twinkle in her eye that he recognized. So, in a gentlemanly fashion that he was still getting adjusted to, he extended a hand to her.