Matchmaking (c)

[Risk]

"When did I ever mention rent?!" laughed Risk. "Alright, you can come with me to Five Points."

[Macbeth]

"Dead people don't generally pay rent," she said with a smirk. "And you're damn right I can. When's it happening?"

[Risk]

"Really, Beth? You're already assuming I'm getting in that much trouble?" said Risk, shooting her a look. "Well, Goblin and Script are already in jail, so... pretty much whenever you're ready."

[Macbeth]

"They're in and out, last I heard," Beth said with a dry chuckle. "Sounds like youse ain't exactly been communicating lately. Maybe we should set up some kinda meeting, make sure we're all on the same page. 'Specially since this is the first I've heard of this bloody plan."

[Risk]

Risk nodded. He was glad Macbeth was here. "A meeting sounds good. We can do a meeting."

[Macbeth]

She nodded, then gave him a look. "So, hopefully for the last time...is there anything else you wanna tell me about?"

[Risk]

Risk looked at her thoughtfully. "Uh... Race apparently tried to set me up with Rae just earlier. It obviously didn't work," he replied, shrugging before looking back at her. "...Is that the answer you're looking for?"

[Macbeth]

She gave him a blank look, then snickered. "Wasn't looking for any answer in particular, but that'll do." She looked over at Racetrack and Raven on the other side of the dance floor. "Hard to believe there's nothing between those two sometimes."

[Risk]

"Nah, Race cares too much about Sapphy," smirked Risk. "It's weird but I really can't see him with anyone else..."

[Macbeth]

From the little she'd seen of the couple, Beth was inclined to agree. She was also getting a little tired after so much dancing, and had to make a conscious effort not to lean against him as the song wound down. "So, you ever think of a question to top my last one?" It was still his turn, after all.

[Risk]

"What'd you think of me?" asked Risk, his voice soft as he stared at her. The question came out before he could think about it. Maybe it was the dancing. He blamed the sober dancing.

[Macbeth]

((Hahaha! <3))

She missed a beat and almost stepped on his foot. "What?" She gave him a baffled look concealing all-out panic. "I mean...whaddaya think? We're friends, ain't we?"

[Risk]

"...Close friends? Beth, you didn't answer my question," said Risk, now curious as to what she was going to say.

[Macbeth]

She felt a little faint, and then felt ridiculous for feeling that way. She'd faced much, much scarier things than an attractive friend asking her awkward questions while they danced together.

So she took a deep breath. And then another. And then said slowly, "I think you're too damn hard on yourself. About the gang, the way you used to be with Ershey...all of it. You had a rough patch, you got through it, and now you're fine. I mean, you're actually being a brother to Ershey. You've got a job that's pretty much as legitimate as you can get. And you helped me and Jo out, and you're apparently diving into some crazy heroic plan to bring your old gang down...so I think you're..." She shrugged and eyed the floor as they turned slowly to the music. "...fine."

[Risk]

((Aaaah, I just want to hug them! )

Risk couldn't help but smile. "Well, thanks... thanks for explaining that I'm fine," he replied as he pulled her closer and continued to dance with her. "It was interesting way of saying it but thanks. It means a lot."