Six; Juke- Little Walter
(harmonica instrumental)
It's intermission at Medda's and Race is on stage, segueing solo. His harmonica is raised to his lips and and his face is screwed up, hands fluttering with the same turns and twists they make in the dim light at a card table. The breathy rhythm is coarse and Spot's thinking about the night before and Race's teeth on his collarbone. Race takes a moment to rest, wiping his lips with his sleeve and tapping the harp against his suspenders. Spot catches his eye and Race grins. Spot smiles back, a genuine, honest smile, and it's not a lot, but it's enough for now.