Dancing was not something Hardcase saw himself doing this afternoon. Or ever really. At least not dancing like this. The kind of dancing that depended on both dancers having some form of grace and to know the steps.
There was very little of either as Turbo and Hardcase practiced the steps. Hardcase's tall body made this just a little bit awkward. And neither of them were having much luck in remembering the dance steps right.
Hardcase was happy that at least no one else was in the crews club as he and Turbo practiced. They looked silly right now and both knew it. And both suspected there would be some teasing if any of the crew saw them right now.
It wasn't all bad. The whole thing was a good excuse to be close to each other. Even with the size difference it was good to be so close, hands clasped in the others.
"How did it go again? Quick, quick, slow-" Hardcase mumbled.
"I don't do slow." Turbo said, with a small grin to show he was joking.
Hardcase did find the joke amusing enough to grin back at Turbo.
"Neither do I. Maybe that's why we're having so much trouble with this. Why are we doing this again?" Hardcase asked.
"Charity event, remember?" Turbo said.
Hardcase huffed.
"Right. The charity event. Knew it was some kind of event. I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb there you know." he said.
"What makes you say that? Oh, I think you're suppose to dip me here." Turbo said quickly.
Hardcase quickly dipped Turbo.
"We both know that I don't exactly match the mental image of someone who would be at a higher class event like this." Hardcase explained.
"Maybe." Turbo said. "But I'd rather you be there. Besides, if you think you'll stick out, you should see the outfit Skidmark was thinking of wearing until we all had an intervention."
"I can only imagine." Hardcase chuckled.
"Hardcase…"
"Yeah?"
"Can you uh… lift me back up now? The blood is rushing to my head." Turbo asked.
"Oh, sorry." Hardcase, bringing Turbo up from the dip.
"No problem. Not like looking up at you is a bad view." Turbo said.
"Looking down at you isn't bad either." Hardcase said.
Turbo couldn't help but grin with a hint of a blush to his cheeks.
"Stop, you're flattering me." Turbo said.
"Maybe I mean you." Hardcase said.
"And maybe I actually really like being flattered and would love for you to do it again."
"Maybe I will."
"Maybe-"
"Ahem." a voice interrupted.
Hardcase and Turbo looked away from each other to see Whiplash standing at the doorway.
"Oh hi Whiplash." Turbo said. "Didn't see you there."
"How does he just show up like that?" Hardcase asked.
Whiplash didn't answer at first. Instead he strode over to Turbo and Hardcase and studied their position a moment. Then he spoke.
"First off I swear you two are just needlessly complicated with your sweet talk." Whiplash said.
He paused then, rolling up his sleeves.
"Also, I'll show you how to actually waltz. Come here."
Turbo chuckled as Whiplash took an confused Hardcase's hand and pulled him into a Waltz position.