Picante
"I'm going to get us some salsa," Sharpay says as she stands up from the table.
"Okay," Gabriella replies.
Sharpay turns, only to be face-to-face with Troy. "Hi, Sharpay," he greets. She doesn't respond, just rests her hands on her hips, looking at him. "Troy Bolton," he informs her, waiting for her to say something, anything.
"Could you give me a hand?" she asks. He gives her a questioning look. She points her thumb towards the salsa table. "Over here." She lets out a small chuckle.
Troy leans his skateboard against the wooden railing next to Ryan, whom he gives a dude-Sharpay-needs-a-hand-and-she-asked-me-to-give-it-to-her look. He follows Sharpay, and Ryan sits down to talk to Gabriella.
Once at the table, Troy comments on Sharpay's salsa choices. "Two salsa verdes, aggressive. Pico de gallo, that's a classic. Holy jalapeno, somebody came to play."
Sharpay doesn't even seem to hear him, but instead starts to complain. "Ew." She gives the table a quick look-over. "Are there any napkins?"
Troy looks around the small table. If there were any napkins there, they'd be in plain view, he thinks, but he doesn't want to tell her that. "No." He shakes his head as if to reinforce his answer.
She looks at him, as if contemplating something. "Lick it," she says, sticking her pinkie towards his face.
"What?"
"I just got my nails done," she explains. "It'll ruin the polish."
"You lick it." Wait; did Troy just turn down the chance to lick Sharpay?
"I don't like picante. It's for Gabreilla," she says, giving him a little shrug.
Troy has a look of uncomfortable weariness on his face, but, after a short pause, he quickly and awkwardly sucks the sauce off from Sharpay's pinkie. "Mmm," he says.
"Thanks," she tells him.
"It's good," he informs.
"Now," she says, chuckling again, "aren't you going to invite me to your grandpa's party?"
Troy gives her a surprised look. This was Sharpay Evans. Wanting to go with him, on a date - or, at least, a datish-type scenario. "I'm sorry Sharpay, can you please repeat that?"
"Your grandpa's having this awesome party," she says, matter-of- factly. "It's at your house. And... I thought we were friends."
"Wait a second. Do you want me to ask you because you want to go with me, or just 'cause you want to go?" Sharpay tilts her head, giving him a boredish look. For crying out loud, Troy, it's Sharpay. Don't question it, just say yes. "Fair enough, I'll see you at eight."
They walk back towards the table, where Troy helps Sharpay set the salsas down. Ryan is a few feet away, looking very much ready to go. "Bye," Troy says, grabbing his board and hurrying to meet Ryan.
"Gross, Troy gave me your picante by mistake," Gabriella says, handing the container of green sauce to Sharpay. Sharpay loves picante.
End