Dirty Dancing Supernatural AU. Chapter Two
I did all of this with the help of @manawhaat
This story follows along the plot of the movie so yeah.
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“One, two, three, four! Stomp those grapes and stomp some more!” The instructor shouted for the class. “One, two, three, four,” she clapped. “Listen to the music!” She yelled cheerfully at us.
“Sorry,” I apologized to the man whose foot I accidentally stepped on while trying to keep up with the rest of the dance class.
“Move your caboose and shake it loose!” She laughed while moving a man’s hips. “One, two, three, four,” she started clapping again. “Start the train!” she instructed, moving everyone into a line before herding us into a circle “Come on, men! Follow me into a round robin! Ladies, the inner circle!” Us women moved into the circle, dancing in the opposite direction of the men. “Come on, ladies! God wouldn’t have given you maracas if he didn’t want you to shake them!” She practically cheered, shimming her chest. “Okay, now, ladies, when I say ‘stop’ you’re gonna find the man of your dreams.”
“Stop!” We all stopped and I was lined up with my father. That was, until the red-headed instructor cut in and took his hand, dancing away with him and leaving me to dance with little old woman. “Remember, he’s the boss on the dance floor, if nowhere else.” Everyone but me laughed.
“Ma, dad, I’m going to explore the main house. Be back later,” I called on my out of our cabin.
As I strolled toward the building, I had to admit, the place was nice; peaceful, and had the potential for giving us a nice summer.
When I made it to the restaurant’s front door and looked, Mr. Kellerman was addressing a group of men. “There are two kinds of help here. You waiters are all college guys, and I went to Harvard and Yale to hire you. Now, why did I do that? Why? I shouldn’t have to remind you. This is a family place. That means you keep your fingers out of the water, hair out of the soup, and show the goddamn daughters a good time,” he stopped for a beat. “Even the dogs.” The men all laughed at this. “Show them the stars, romance them anyway that you want.”
Just then, a tall, gorgeous man in a white shirt, black pants, combat boots, came up with a group of guys tailing him. “Got that, guys?” He asked, tossing the leather jacket in his hand over his broad shoulders as he started walking away.
“Wait, Dean, wait!” Dean and his group stopped and turned to face Zach. “Well, if it isn’t the entertainment staff. Listen, wise ass, you’ve got your own rules. Dance with the daughters, teach ‘em the mambo. the cha-cha, anything they pay for. That’s it. No funny business No conversations. And hands to yourselves!”
Someone from Deans group spoke up, “It’s the same thing, anyways; some ass in the woods, no conversations.” His friends laughed, but not Dean.
Mr. kellerman glared at him. “Watch it, Rodriguez.” Rodriguez nodded.
“Can you keep that straight, Dean? What you can and can’t put your hands on,” a cocky waiter smirked, watching Dean’s eyes narrow as he walked toward him.
“Just put your pickle on everyone’s plate, and leave the hard stuff to me.” He almost growled, pushing a china set off the table and knocking over a few chairs on his way out.
I giggled quietly and backed away. I didn’t know who this Dean was, but I had an odd feeling I’d like him.
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