Unlikely // Tate Langdon (AHS)

• Chapter 4 •

Tate fixed his eyes back on her before replying "You see that old bat over there? Very wrinkly. Looks like she's going home to collapse into her coffin, not her bed."

Heather flashed him a look of fake sympathy before questioning "Aww did she turn you down?"

"That is exactly the reason I'm dancing with you. I couldn't get a catch like her, so here I am." Tate played along.

"Okay, yeah I see her. What does she have to do with you asking me to dance?" Heather questioned looking over Tate's shoulder at his grandma.

"She's my grandma. And little old, Mary, decided that her darling grandson, Tate, should take his headphones out and be social." Tate stated.

"Still doesn't answer why your dancing with me." Heather retorted brows furrowed.

"Well, my mom overheard this exchange and agreed that I should, and I quote, 'ask a lovely young lady to dance'. When I refused, they threatened me with family night." Tate explained. As he spoke these words he glanced over to where his mother and grandmother stood in conversation with other guests and internally sighed with relief that he wasn't still being watched.

"Family time! What monsters, how dare they!" Heather laughed as she rolled her eyes at him.

"They we're gonna make me stay in when we got home and watch a film of their choice. It would be Dirty Dancing. It's always Dirty Dancing. And I have plans for after so..." Tate trailed off.

"So, you picked your stunningly beautiful neighbour to show you some better moves." Heather finished nodding at him.

"So, I spotted the one girl in the room I actually knew and here I am dancing to '2 Become 1' by the Spice Girls." Tate corrected.

"You say that with such disgust. It's an unbelievable song!" Heather asserted.

"Oh undoubtedly. It's unbelievably shit." Tate smirked.

"Hey, this song was my suggestion!" Heather laughed as she slapped his arm.

"Really? Not gonna lie, I expected better." Tate pursed his lips and shook his head in fake disappointment.

"Okay, Mr I'm-the-only-one-with-good-music-taste, what would you have us dancing to? Nirvana? Last time I checked, it's pretty hard to slow dance to that." Heather retorted.

"Maybe a bit of Meatloaf." Tate grinned holding back a laugh.

"Of course." Heather rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I already told you I don't want to be here. You can't judge me now, I was honest." Tate lifted his hand from her waste in mock surrender.

"You approached me." Heather countered raising her eyebrows at him with a small smile.

"Touché" Tate praised. He paused and they danced in silence for a few seconds before Tate questioned "So, how do you know, David? I was a little confused when I saw my neighbour here."

"Apparently my dad works with his son, Michael, so we got invited through him." Heather confirmed.

Tate's eyebrows furrowed before he questioned "Does anyone at this fucking party actually know the guy?"

Heather laughed before replying "Our survey of two suggests not."

Tate smirked before glancing past Heather. Heather followed his eyeline over her shoulder but couldn't tell what he was looking at. When he finally looked back at her she gave him a questioning look to which he explained "I've just seen my mother pick up her fifth glass of wine. It's pretty safe to say I will be making my exit in roughly twenty minutes. Finally."