“I can’t believe you guys don’t know how to tango, I mean come on, didn’t they teach you how to do nothing except those stage humping dances?” Regina asked as she fiddled with the stereo.

“Nope, though AJ takes the cake for the stage humping, don’t ya Bone?” Nick asked.

“My signature move,” AJ replied with a cocky grin.

“Hey, now there is something I have always wanted to ask you,” Regina said suddenly turning around and looking at Kevin.

“What, me?” Kevin asked startled.

“Yeah, you. What the fuck, was up with the friggen skirt thing, and don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. Where the hell was your wife when you escaped the house in a god damn skirt!” The entire room burst into raucous laughter, but Kevin just turned about three shades of red.

“Oh come on, you put that thing on, and didn’t think anyone would notice?” Regina asked grabbing his shoulder.

“Well, it was more shock value than anything really,” Kevin stuttered.

“Yeah, that’s something that I wouldn’t have even done,” AJ laughed.

“Oh don’t think I ain’t got a, ‘Bone’, to pick with you, what was with all the friggen half shirts and the fish net, last time I checked it wasn’t the eighties,” Regina laughed.

“Yeah, some of the stuff, I have to admit, was pretty bad, even for me,” AJ laughed, he’d finally warmed up to Regina and was really starting to have fun.

“All right, who, am I, going to teach the tango, first, Marshall, come on, you ain’t gotten your ass out that chair all night,” Regina said grabbing his hand and trying to pull him up.

“Nah, nah, I’m not one for dancing Lyric, ask Proof or something,” Marshall replied.

“Yeah, I know that much, even the ass shaking in ‘Ass Like That’ was a bit suspicious, and by the way, don’t ever, ever use puppets again!” Regina said shaking her head as she held onto it.

“Bizzy! My boy, come on, dance with me!” Regina said slinging her arms around his neck as he remained seated in his chair.

“You said you had to be drunk to dance!” Bizzy retorted.

“Yeah, but not when I actually want to be able to dance, not wobble around until I puke,” Regina replied.

“Ask one of the Backstreets! You said they are the ones that can’t dance!” Bizarre replied.

“Proof! I can always count on you!” Regina said moving onto him.

“No, I ate too many of those damn wings,” Proof groaned rubbing his stomach.

“Come on, I’ll dance with you,” AJ said standing up and motioning to Regina.

“You sure? You’re not trying to be nice so you can drop me on my ass or something for making your fun of your clothes?” Regina asked warily.

“Just put on the damn music and show me how to do the dance,” AJ growled taking off his hat and sunglasses and throwing them in the chair.

“Oooh, getting down to business, he’s taking off the sunglasses!” Nick taunted.

“Watch it Kaos, or you’ll be doing your dramatic version, or everything!” AJ shot back.

“All right, children, AJ, over here, hands here, and here, eyes, here, move those hands anywhere else and your nickname won’t be ‘Bone’ any more,” Regina said as she placed one hand high on her side and the other in her hand.

“Elbows up, stiff, keep eye contact, and come on, just listen to the music, Kevin, hit it!” AJ was a bit clumsy at first but soon he picked it up and he and Regina were moving like they were world class dancers.

“You learn fast! Not bad, all right, and dip!” AJ gave her a little twirl and finally threw her into a dip. The whole room was applauding and whistling, all but Marshall. He didn’t like this much at all.

“A natural, you must have some Spanish in you,” Regina replied with a laugh. “I do, half Puerto Rican, half Italian,” AJ replied.

“No shit! Regina’s half Spanish, half Italian too!” Bizarre laughed.

“What a cozy little coincidence,” Marshall said without smiling.

“Not that much of a coincidence, my Spanish is actual Spain Spanish. My grandparents and my mother were from Barcelona, Ciudad de Viento, a little village right outside the city.” Regina replied.

“That’s great, you speak Spanish then, fluently? I mean cause you sang in your song, but,” AJ asked.

“Yeah, and Italian. Though it really isn’t that much difference,” Regina laughed. “That is really weird though, isn’t it?” Howie asked.

“Okay pretty boys, teach me one of yours,” Regina said clapping her hands together.

“Huh?” Dre asked.

“You gonna start doing music to dance to?” Kuniva asked.

“I think theres enough ‘shake ass’ songs out there, so no. I ain’t doing no fucking dancing, in no fucking videos, you can forget it. This is just for fun, here, pick out one of your songs, my lil’ sis left her CD collection, I didn’t get a chance to mail it home yet,” Regina replied hand the case to Brian.

“Hey you, you gonna dance with me tonight?” Regina asked plopping down in Marshall’s lap.

“What for, you got them to dance with, I danced wit you the other night,” Marshall replied.

“You are such a party pooper, all right, so what’s it gonna be, and who is gonna teach me? The stage hound,” Regina motioned to AJ, “the whipped married boys,” she waved towards Kevin and Brian, “sweetie D,” she pointed at Howie, “or boy band cutie, cornball Carter?”

“All right, hold up, hold up here, why don’t we do something a little constructive, there’s a basketball court downstairs, you can teach twinkle toes how to dance later,” Swifty said.

“Now that’s an idea,” Brian nodded.

“Cool, I’ll grab some sneakers.”

“D-12 against the Backstreeters! Reggie, we just adopted you, you’re on our team,” Howie called. “We’re gonna cream you!” Reggie called out in her best little kid voice she could muster as she finished tying her sneaker and pushed her boots to the side.

“You playing Dre?” Regina asked.

“Nah, I’ll be ref,” Dre nodded. After three play-to-the-death matches, both Bizarre and Brian called out of the game.

“Old fogies!” Kevin called out when they went to sit down. It was three to nothing, Regina, Howie, Nick, Kevin and AJ had won all three games.

“All right Lyric, you think you’re cute, so lets make this interesting, you ain’t seen nothing till I’m playing for a bet,” Marshall said with a grin on his face.

“Bring it on Blondie, lets make it really interesting, name your price,” Regina replied with a smile on her face.

“All right, we win, you bleach your hair dress up like Britney Spears and sing ‘Oops I Did It Again’, on camera,” Marshall replied.

“You’re an evil little bastard aren’t you. All right then, we doing on camera, so when we win, you have to sing on the song I record with these guys here, and I mean sing, no rap, and, you have to dance, choreographed, for the video single,” Regina countered.

“You drive a hard bargin, but you better watch out, cause when I said bleach your hair, I meant bleach it, no damn wigs. I’m gonna be fucking a Britney lookalike tomorrow night,” Marshall laughed.

“You don’t sound sure enough for yourself, so, you know what, considering that you and your boys lost, all three games, I’ll give you a handicap. I’ll trade you AJ and Nick for Swifty, and Proof, sound fair to you?”

“I’m game,” Marshall shook and Regina shook hands and turned.

“Sorry boys, gotta give the boy something,” Regina said as AJ and Nick headed over to the other side of the court.

“You couldn’t win if she put on her high heels and tied one hand behind her back!” Bizarre shouted.

“You want to bet, you know what, I’ll give you one more Marshall, so it’ll be all the more fun, when we do kick your ass, I’ll put my heels on,” Regina ran over to the side of the court and quickly changed her shoes.

“This is going to be good,” Dre said looking over at Brian.

“Can he actually sing?” Brian asked.

“Somewhat, probably wouldn’t be half bad if he practiced, does it mostly for his daughter though,” Dre replied.

“All right Dre, you’re keeping score, to twenty-one, lets go baby boy,” Regina said throwing the ball hard at Marshall, slightly knocking the wind out of him.

“Don’t break one of those pretty ankles now,” AJ called.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all night McLean, a chance to kick your ass!” Regina called.

It was furious game. While they did keep most of the rules, and didn’t hit or push one another, Marshall and Regina knocked each other over at every chance they got.

“Wus’ a matter Blondie? Can’t keep up to a girl in heels?” Regina taunted, snatching the ball away from him for the forth time in a row and passing it to Swifty.

“Ninteen to eight, come on Em, you’re gonna lose, better start picking out your sparkly suit!” Dre called.

“Not happening!” Marshall said diving across the court stealing the ball and zinging back to the free throw line. He sunk the shot and said,

“There you go Lyric, we’re gonna catch up.” Regina caught the ball and passed it to Kevin.

“We’ll see how long that lasts,” Regina yelled knocking past him, grabbing his spot on the free throw line and motioning to Kevin. Marshall didn’t wait and tackled her to the ground, the ball flying past, but landed in Howie’s hands. He jumped, sunk the shot and Dre called out,

“Twenty-one! Em, you lost man!” Dre called.

“Even while you were playing dirty you still lost,” Regina laughed as Marshall sat back on his heels and they both caught their breath.

“Damn you, I ain’t singing nothing, you got another thing coming,” Marshall spat.

“Yeah you are, you made a bet, you both shook on it, you’re doing it Em,” Bizarre called.

“In heels man, she beat you in the friggen heels!” AJ was laughing hysterically.

“No thanks to you though,” Marshall snapped.

“Hey, you think I want you, to sing, with us, the guy who hates boy bands and disses us every chance he gets?” AJ asked.

“Actually he only mentioned you guys specifically once, mostly he bitches about *Nsync.” Regina replied as she dusted herself off.

“Well if you meet them, don’t you dare invite them back to play poker,” Marshall growled.