Chapter 3 ~ Santana's POV
The first thing I see after my eyes adjust to the new lighting is the back of Mike's head. His short, black hair is slicked down with perspiration from his previous activity and I can see a lone, red rose already held in one hand by his side. Tina, Mike's long time girlfriend and (as of recently) fiancé, has already beat me to congratulating my friend profusely. I'm not a big romantic, at least I hope I'm not-got to keep up the image ya' know, but they're super adorable together. Like seriously, they just click and it's really obvious to anyone who even happens to glance their way.
It only takes me a few strides and minor crowd-weaving to approach the couple before I'm patting Mike on the arm and giving a small grin.
"You were great out there, Mike. That one lift was really something; I don't think you trembled at all!" I'm always giving him a bit of a hard time that one day in the future he'll go to pick up a ballerina and his arms'll turn to jelly and down she'll fall. Of course, that won't happen. I mean, yeah it's not my expertise, but I know that Mike is pretty damn strong for a guy with his physique. And let's not forget, he is "the Crane".
"Yeah well, maybe the steroids are working then?" He jokes back, pushing me lightly on the shoulder with a toothy grin. Tina's smiling as well but she rolls her eyes at our friendly antics as I go on to tease about Mike needing meds to do all his heavy-lifting.
We've exhausted the jokes on the subject around the same time that I catch a flash of golden hair out of the corner of my vision. Changing topics quickly, I ask Mike:
"Who's that one girl you lifted near the beginning? She's got blonde hair and, erm, long legs?"
"Well I don't know exactly. We kind of have a lot of blondes, if you didn't notice." My best friend replies with a haughty grin. He knows he's just not willing to tell me until I beg. Acknowledging this, I groan and dig my toe into the carpeted floor, folding my arms.
"Okay. She's pretty tall, long legs like I said, blonde hair- but of course it was up in a bun. She was the first person on stage at the start, so she's probably one of the better dancers..." I trail off as I run out of descriptions for the girl.
"Mhm. Nope, still not ringing any bells."
"Mike! I know you know!"
"Do I, Santana? I mean, even if I did, I don't think I'd tell you until you asked nicer."
"Tina, help me out here. Your boyfriend's being a jerk." I plead to the Asian girl as she merely chuckles. After she gets the giggle out, she whispers something in Mike's ear and all of sudden he's helping me out. Thank god for Tina.
"Okay. Her name is Brittany Pierce. She's been at this company for about six months maybe and yeah, she's pretty darn good. One of the best ballet dancers I've seen that can also do contemporary and a bunch of other styles. She's not super talkative, but when I have heard her speak she sounds kinda aloof, but not in a bad way. Just in the daydreamer kind of way, you know? I think she's in her head a lot, not that that's a bad thing. But if you were looking to get with her-"
"Look, I'm gonna cut you off right there, Chang-Chang. I was merely interested, okay?" I interrupt my friend with my usual snark, though Mike can see right through that.
"Right well, I can give you her cell number, unless you want to try yourself. In fact, she usually doesn't stay for the after party- so you might want to hurry, Lespez." Swatting him again, but this time with a little more force, I manage to mumble some choice words about what he could try doing to himself before I let my eyes search the room again. No sign of the blonde beauty, maybe she already left.
"Well if you're happy with Tina and your pride, I'm gonna head out now. I got a new case assigned today. Have you seen any heroes flying around lately?"
"What are you talking about, Santana?"
"Never mind then, I guess. Apparently there's some kind of heroine going around and performing godly feats on the New York streets. Hey, think I just found my report headline, ha." I kind of want to pat myself on the back for that one. I mean, quick thinker much?
"Can't say I witnessed any superwomen flying their invisible jets around last time I went to Times Square, but if I do- I'll make sure to let you know." He's shaking his head like I'm crazy, but I can't really blame him. I did make the story sound a bit more, okay a lot more, supernatural than it really is.
"Whatever, see you Saturday night like usual? Cool. Bye Tina!" Pretty much done with my social interactions for the day, I turn on my heel and take the dancer's direct exit outside.
I'm reasonably cold by the time I finally manage to get the keys to my BMW convertible out and unlock the door. It's kind of eerie in the city at night when it's actually quiet like this. You get used to the car honks and stereos and just the usual pedestrian symphony in the air that times like this are unsettling. Doesn't help that we're not in a super busy area to start with and all the activity that is taking place is doing so from where I just left, leaving the rest silent and empty.
A shiver runs down my spine as I turn the engine over and wait for the heater to warm my hands and face. I feel better now that there's some background noise and the headlights are illuminating the lot in front of me, but still pretty edgy.
However, I feel absolutely sick to my stomach when somebody taps on the passenger window.
Dun dun dah! Ooh, cliffhanger! Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging for long =D Glad to see a few of you caught my over and over and over again Heya slip-in last chapter(; This chapter was a lot of dialogue as well, but I really want to establish the San-Mike relationship in contrast with how San'll be around Brittany once they meet officially. Which don't worry- will be very soon!