New Year's Eve Party, A Temporarily Unabandoned Warehouse, New Year's Eve

[bluth_illusions]

Signs had been handwavily put up around town throughout the day indicating that this was the place and this was the time. New Year's Eve in Fandom, in one of the abandoned warehouses (although it had been tidied up and decorated). Showgirls carrying champagne flutes, a live band playing, and a big glowy ball hanging from the rafters with a

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Dance Floor

[bluth_illusions]

Yes, Willow, there is a dance floor. People get up and drive your funky soul! Music is moddable.

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[headkickpoet]

A whiles into the night, Ray strolled onto the dance floor, not really like he owned the place, but like he belonged there anyway.

"Three steps," he told Daisy, with a slight grin, "Anything more, I'm gonna have to book you."

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[justice_beat]

Grinning back, Daisy settled into position for a dance easily enough, almost naturally, which was a good sign, sure, but a terribly misleading one. She grinned back. "You're not even on duty," she reminded him. "And don't give me any small town always on duty line. That only flies if someone's trying to shoot up the place."

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[headkickpoet]

He took the lead, of course. That was how these things worked. It was simple, always simple, but kinda smooth, so he went with simple and smooth, trying to keep ahead of her feet if she was as bad as she said. "Not a small town guy," Ray reminded her, "But I used to have this partner who could not switch off..."

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[justice_beat]

It was a very, very good thing that Ray was taking the lead, and that he was good at it, because that gave Daisy a smaller window to screw up; her feet already seemed just that tiny bit behind the music, in her epic lack of rhythm beyond the personal rhythm that beat strongly in her head without her knowing it.

"Good way to go crazy right there," Daisy said. "I'm so glad I think I've finally found a nice way to balance it now, the whole personal and professional bits."

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[headkickpoet]

"You're gonna have to explain that one sometime," Ray told her, and damn, she just had to take after Fraser in the whole rhythm of a stick thing too. He shifted to try and at least compensate for that a little.

[ omg happy new years you silly ho ]

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[justice_beat]

Daisy was trying to keep the beat, really, she was. It was just that she didn't realize that that was making it worse. "I think," she said, "it's more of something that just happens, but the key is that you have to let it happen. And realize that it's impossible to divide work and personal lives when you see the same bloody people every bloody day."

[[ omg, in like, six hours you crazy dutch ]]

Re: Dance Floor

[headkickpoet]

"Hey, you don't got to preach to me," Ray said, shrugging, as he kinda tried to steer her into the right beat. Just subtly there. "My best friend's a Mountie I used to partner with, and my ex used to be assistant-DA in my district." He took a moment. "...Okay, the latter did not work out so well."

Re: Dance Floor

[justice_beat]

Daisy could feel it, she could! And she tried to take the direction, but, as soon as she finally managed to wrangle it, it slipped on her again and she cursed in her brain to hope that Ray wouldn't notice, but he was steering her anyway, so, yeah, he definitely noticed. "And people gawk at me," she said, shaking her head, "when I say I don't date who I work with. And that's easy here. I mean, no offense, of course, Kowalski."

Re: Dance Floor

[headkickpoet]

"None taken," he shot back. Yeah, she was as bad as Fraser alright. Shouldn't be too much of a disaster if he kept adjusting, though, so he did that. "Me and Stella happened long before the jobs," Ray continued, "Though the jobs probably fucked us up."

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[justice_beat]

Daisy had a bad feeling creeping up her spine, so she leaned back a little, looking down, and it was a good thing she followed her intuition because it meant just narrowly avoiding stepping on Ray's toes. Whew. That was a close one!

Of course, the whole prevention sent any chance of matching up with Ray's rhythm straight out into orbit.

She frowned. "But that's so sad," she commented, simply, but meaning it a great deal. Policework should bring only justice and good!

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[headkickpoet]

In Ray's experience, policework was the kinda thing that got him divorced and disowned. Not that he'd ever think about quitting it-- maybe fooled himself into thinking he was thinking about it once or twice, but that was it.

He sighed slightly, taking just a single moment to pause to make them match up better. "Eh, stuff happens," he said, "I got a crazy Mountie in the end."

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[justice_beat]

"Well, then that's some good from it," Daisy said, decisively, as if getting a Mountie out of the deal clearly patched things up and put them on the right path to justice...

...and speaking of the right path. "Sorry," she muttered an apology. "I told you I'm rubbish at this, but I've yet to step on your toes, there's that!"

Re: Dance Floor

[headkickpoet]

Quietly, Ray disagreed. Couldn't punch up against a Fraser, the lunatic. "Some good, yeah," he agreed, "Don't worry, you haven't tried to club me in the face with a bottle of wine yet, puts this ahead on my last New Years by a mile."

Re: Dance Floor

[justice_beat]

"Someone tried to club you in the face with a bottle of wine?" Daisy asked, doing very well in not laughing.

Re: Dance Floor

[headkickpoet]

"You try walking an impromptu beat in a big park in a major metropolitan area on New Years' Eve," Ray retorted, "Bottle of wine is the least you'll get."