Dancing

[Sapphy]

Something made Sapphy twitch slightly at Race's touch. She eased into him, face in his shoulder, as they swayed gently.

[Racetrack]

He held her gently, swayed in time with her, and suddenly found a riot of confusing thoughts and questions spilling over him. Was this...was she...? No. He couldn't believe she was, he couldn't let himself believe it. He'd been consciously, valiantly remaining in the friend zone with Sapphy for so long--no touching, no flirting, no wishful thinking, even--that he now had to consciously refrain from pulling back and making some stupid joke.

"Just out of curiosity...why'd he throw your ex-boyfriend out a window?"

[Sapphy]

"He was giving him The Speech, I think. I heard a lot of conflicting things over that one. And Matthew didn't get hurt, he landed in a cart."

[Racetrack]

"I see. Well, that makes it all right then."

Should he ask what they were doing? Doubtless she would just say they were dancing. Race almost snorted at that thought; they'd been doing a kind of dance for months now. Only they'd never seemed to be in sync before.

He gave up on Copper, gave himself to the music and the steps, and smiled at her. She was so happy. That was good enough, he figured.

[Sapphy]

((I'm not sure what else can happen here, any ideas? Between Race/Sapphy nothing, but I'm thinking they can go back to the lodge and Copper'll be there waiting.))

[Racetrack]

((Sounds good to me. It's gonna be a long RP-less weekend! *sigh*))

[Copper]

((All good with me, I actually might not be around as much as usual... Prepping for a new semester/lots of teachers leaving since their contracts are up.))

Copper was in the boys' bunkroom, smoking by the window and waiting for Sapphy and Racetrack to come inside. He saw them walking back to the lodge, down along the street, smiling and chattering to each other from his view.

He flicked the cigarette out the window, sighing.

[Racetrack]

Race came in with Sapphy and saw Copper lurking about, which wasn't exactly unexpected. "Hey," he said, and he was proud of himself for still being able to manage a neutral, non-openly-hostile tone, although he didn't know how long that was going to last.

((Ooh, good luck!))

[Copper]

"Hey, buddy," Copper replied, walking away from the window -- which was probably for the best -- and going over to his bunk. "She in her room?" he asked. "You and I need to have words." He sat down, eyes on Racetrack's.

[Racetrack]

"Yeah, I think we do," he said, cautiously pleased to find that Copper seemed slightly saner than he had on the bridge. He sat down across from him and just waited, because as far as Race was concerned, no conversation had ever been necessary beyond, Hey, I'm Sapphy's friend, pleased to meet you, and no, I didn't make her cry.

At least they were on the first floor.

[Copper]

Copper looked at Race sternly.

"She's gonna ask you to be her fella. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon. And when she do -- you tell her no."

[Racetrack]

Race stared at him. However he'd expected this conversation to go, it wasn't like this. It took him about ten seconds just to assemble a coherent response.

"Wha...for one thing, she's not. If she wanted to do that, she'd've done it by now. For another thing, if she ever did, it'd be none of your business what my answer was--unless I was gonna hurt her, and I never would." He eyed Copper coldly.

[Copper]

"How much ya know about Sapphy?" Copper challenged, reclining back and quirking up an eyebrow at Racetrack confidently.

[Racetrack]

Race quirked an eyebrow right back at him, remembering that night outside O'Reagan's. "She told me I knew everything."

[Copper]

Copper smirked. Got him.

"She told you everything that she knows about herself," he corrected.