Lindsay stood next to Flack as they watched Hawkes and Danny play pool. Mac and Stella were still sat at the booth talking.
"So do you speak any other languages other than Spanish and cursing?" Flack inquired.
"Enough French to order coffee and croissants and not get stuck with snails. I picked up bits and pieces of others over the years."
"I guess you do here and there." Flack took a sip of his beer.
"You know Becky could kick both of their asses at pool."
"You're sister is a pool shark?"
"She sees everything in maths terms. It's all to do with angles, speed. Newton's third law. Physics."
"So theoretically those two should be better at pool than me, because they've had to do more advance maths?" Flack asked.
"Just because you know the theory doesn't mean you can apply it. Case in point."
"You know we can hear you." Danny pointed out.
"Yes." Lindsay replied.
"Is this a resurfacing of cheerleader peppiness?" Danny inquired.
"You were a cheerleader?" Hawkes questioned.
"Head cheerleader." Danny corrected.
"Yes I was Susie High school. Now Danny since I meet most of your family last night which story would you like me to share?"
"How about a truce?" Danny suggested.
"Deal."
"Just tell us some other time." Flack whispered to her.
A few minutes passed and the music changed to something a little more country.
"I love this song." Lindsay said. "Anyone want to dance?"
"We're the middle of a game." Danny pointed out.
"Like he said." Hawkes agreed with him.
"What about you?" Lindsay asked Flack.
"I'm not even sure how you dance to this."
"It's okay I'll teach you." Lindsay grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the small dance floor.
"This doesn't bother you?" Hawkes asked Danny.
"Her dragging Flack to dance? No, it gets me out of it especially considering how much country music I now listen to."
"You probably shouldn't admit to that it will ruin your reputation."
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"Lindsay looks happy." Stella commented to Mac.
"It could be because I told that on Monday she could go back to doing her usual job."
"I'm sure she appreciates that." Stella smiled.
"Are you having a good time?" Mac inquired.
"Yes. It's nice to be able to get out once in a while." She paused. "I know jazz is more your thing but do you want to dance?"
"Why not." Mac replied.
"You know you're not bad at this Flack." Stella commented.
"I don't think Lindsay's feet agree." Flack pointed out.
"I taught a defensive linebacker to waltz; I think I can manage teaching you to two step."
"Why would he need to waltz?" Flack questioned.
"He was getting married and didn't have time to go to proper dance lessons so Clay asked me to teach him."
"Is this someone I'd know?"
"Yes. But we're not going into details."
Mac spun Stella around which made her laugh.
"Don't worry we'll leave spins until next time."
"Who says there will be a next time?" Flack inquired.
"I'm pretty persuasive, you can ask Danny."
"What exactly are you persuasive about?"
"You'd be surprised and also in luck."
"In luck?" Flack questioned.
"That's the end of the song."
TBC