"You are terrible at this."
Jay hid a smirk as he bent down to refill the water bottle that he'd brought along. "I never said I was good in the first place." He said evenly as he straightened up to drink.
"But you said--"
He threw her a look and lifted the bottle in a way that one might either perceive as a motion similar to a toast, or one that said 'hold on a sec hun, lemme clarify'. "I said I was okay with joining you for this dance class."
He sipped again. "I never said I was Patrick Swayze."
He waited a moment, watching her expression turn from incredulity, to disbelief, to mild annoyance at being outmaneuvered in their conversation, and then finally to that one expression without a proper word in the dictionary, represented only by the rolling of eyes and a 'sure, fine, you're right' smile.
"Alright. You win. My apologies, Jay, for assuming wrong."
He shrugged and crossed to her, the sound of his sneakers squeaking a song of their own on the ballroom floor. "S'okay." He took her hand and grinned, glad for this newfound friendship. "So I step back on the fourth eighth, right?"
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posted originally at The Jay Guthrie LiveJournal Community -- soclosetothesun (at) LJ (dot) com
prompt: #23 "the fourth" from 50 Prompts for Jay Guthrie