“Do you see him?”
Mickey paused for a minute, dipping his partner in a dramatic swoop that allowed his eyes to sweep the room of people before pulling them both back into a standing position. “Not yet. Looks like he’s running a little late for class.”
Bailey sighed heavily, before continuing on with the dance as planned, paying attention to her footwork for a moment before kicking her leg up, hooking it over his hip as he spun her in a different direction. They had picked up the mambo relatively quickly-it wasn’t all that hard, once you got a handle on the footwork. Being X5, they seemed to get a handle on the footwork more quickly than most, which allowed for them to try out the more fun stuff before the rest of the class did, but they still toned it down enough to try and make themselves as Ordinary as possible. And a quick little white lie of past experience tends to help.
“Well, hopefully he shows up before you have to thrust yourself into my cleavage,” she muttered, spinning away from him and then coming back so that her back was pressed against his chest.
“Aww, but that’s my favorite part,” he teased, before spinning her back out again, following her footwork as he went. “Makes the whole damn thing worthwhile.”
She gave him a glare, before kicking a foot out slightly, catching him in the shin. “Oh, so sorry,” she smirked as she saw him wince. “Guess you gotta move a little faster on that last eight count.”
Mickey glared at her, before ducking his shoulder slightly and throwing her over his shoulder, fireman style. A grin stretches across his face at her shriek, spinning her around slightly as the music dies. The shriek had changed to a bit of laughter, and as Mickey was about to put her down, he spotted the man they had been looking for all evening. He tapped the back of her leg lightly as he placed her down, nodding lightly in the direction of the man in question. She turned around with a friendly smile, before starting to pull Mickey in the direction of the man.
When they got there, Bailey slapped a hand to the man’s chest, pushing him back out of the room, before slamming him into a wall once they were out of sight. The man shot Mickey a look, and he gave him a friendly smile.
“Jonathan, this is Bailey. You remember when I said you didn’t want to screw me over, right?”
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