As a ghost, your only source of entertainment comes from staring. You can't touch, can't see, taste- left with only Olfactory and Auditorial stimulation... there is only so much you can do.

So, as one does, you stare. Shiny? Catches your eye. Shocking? You're glued. Subtle? Not to you. Every single thing goes noticed. You've seen everything before you've heard it. Nothing could surprise you... right?

Sam had just very kindly put a little speaker in one of the rooms and shuffled it on 'show-toons'. While the other ghosts loved TV time, I thrived on music. Dancing, spinning- the whole thing. This specific evening is no different, and with all your might, you shuffle and tap along to the song. Some may say the roaring twenties was over, but you could dance as if you never died. As if 1920's didn't cost you your life.

Everyone should have been glued to the TV. Trevor most importantly. The 2000's ghost had his turn tonight, forcing everyone to watch the Cutting edge. But everyone was in-fact not there and he noticed.

He watches in a mix of fascination, amusement and shock at the dancing. His eyebrows furrow as he follows you each second.

"Just when i think you couldn't get more smokin'.-" He finally lands on a smirk "Oh don't stop for me. This is WAY better than 'The Cutting Edge'"