Heroes of Dreamland Reimagined: Swingin!AU

Meta Knight - 20 Questions

The rest of the evening passes rather uneventfully. Once the last guest has finally left at half past midnight, every snobby lady has been reunited with her fur coat and hat, every condescending gentlemen has been returned his cane and proper top hat, and every rich snot in general has finally made their way to anywhere but the Sunshine Mansion estate, I finally get to head back to my room in the servants' quarters, ready to fall asleep and relive the dance with Miss Dee in my dreams. Unfortunately, I forgot one important part of the equation, and that's the fact that I have a roommate.

And that roommate just so happens to be Falspar.

I open the door as silently as possible, hoping that he's already asleep, only to have those hopes dashed when the lamp is still on and he's sitting, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, over at the one desk that the two of us share. He's sitting backward on the desk chair, resting his gloves on the back of the seat and leaning against them in a relaxed position. The second I step inside, though, he sits straight up and begins regaling me with all the questions I knew were almost definitely coming. His voice has a rough Chivalry Clan accent that's similar to Boss', but much less refined.

"Was that really Miss Dee you were dancin' with?"

Rolling my eyes and sighing, I shut the door and all but fall onto my bed in exhaustion, the bottom bunk of the old bunk bed the two of us share, which gives a creak of protest in response. "Can't we talk about this in the morning, 'Spar? I'm spent. It's been a long day."

He chuckles, shaking his head at me. "You're not getting off that easily, Meta Knight. C'mon. Humor a jake's curiosity."

Giving a tired grunt, I pull the pillow over my head with a yawn. "It's after midnight, Falspar. Not tonight."

Falspar's voice grows more mischievous. "I mean, if you'd rather, I could always tell Boss you snuck into his bash again..."

Groaning, I pull the pillow off of my face but keep holding it in my gloves. "Alright, alright. Yes, I was really dancin' with Miss Dee. The one and only."

Falspar gives a low whistle, spinning the desk chair around once in glee, grabbing up his black fedora with a dark green hat band off the desk along the way, and gracefully flipping it up onto his head. "Shaking a foot with one of the sweetest swing queens on the scene... You lucky bandit..."

Staring at the bottom of the bunk above me, I can't help but smile a little bit to myself, remembering the way she seemed to have eyes only for me the few minutes we were dancing together. I know she probably just treats all the boys like that, but it was still exciting. "Yeah. I did get pretty lucky."

Unfortunately, the reverie is quickly interrupted by Falspar's insatiable curiosity. "What possessed her to want to dance with you of all people? Weren't you there to take her coat at the door? Didn't she realize you were a servant?"

I shake my head. "I was by the ballroom, listening to the music, when she just showed up out of nowhere. I don't think she realized I'm part of the serving staff."

Falspar frowns a bit as confusion sets in. "Wait, what was she even doin' here? I don't think she's ever been on the guest-list..."

I smirk slightly, unable to help a bit of smugness at knowing something Falspar (who normally has his thumb upon all of the household happenings) doesn't for once. "She and The Revolution are playin' tomorrow night, and could quite possibly end up bein' the regular band, or so she said."

"Wowza," Falspar breathes, eyes as wide as dinner plates. "She really said that?"

I sit up, leaning against one of the bedposts, and nod, still smiling a bit and still holding the pillow in my gloves.