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“Oh no, you ain’t gettin’ outta this one,” Cole said on a laugh, and he dragged Hanzo to his feet, pulled him off to the side of the room, away from some of the others.
“You can’t make me,” Hanzo griped, but he followed the pull anyway, alcohol buzzing warmly through him.
“You danced with Lena, you got no room to deny me one now.”
“I allowed Lena to show me how she dances. There is a difference.”
Cole snorted, and he stumbled a little, but his hands were sure. His arm slipped around Hanzo’s waist to pull him close, then up higher, just between his shoulders, and he got Hanzo’s hand cupped carefully in his metal one.
Everything about it was ridiculous. The music, chosen by Lúcio, was utterly inappropriate for whatever this dance was that Cole wanted from him, and too many of them were too drunk for dancing anyway.
But Cole insisted, and he was hard enough to deny when Hanzo wasn’t pleasantly buzzed and feeling light and happy. He laughed again, and Cole grinned at him. “Hold on,” he said, and fetched his hat. He scooped Hanzo back into his arms. “Now we’re ready. Alright, just do what I do.”
“Why should I trust you to lead?” Hanzo teased.
“‘Cause you ain’t ever two-stepped before,” Cole said. “‘Sides, I’m trustin’ you not to step on my feet.” Hanzo snorted, and he let Cole lead him, though he watched their feet carefully. “You can’t do that,” Cole laughed. “Look at me, I gotcha.”
Hanzo let Cole guide him, listening to Cole’s rhythmic one-two-three-four counts instead of the music itself, watching the way his mouth formed the words. It was easy, though, just as Cole had promised, and if they stumbled into each other’s toes a few times, Hanzo felt confident blaming the alcohol.
Then, inevitably, the music changed. He had to watch Cole count again to pick up the slower rhythm, but he kept trying to move faster than the music allowed. “You are drunk,” Cole snorted out. “No reason this should be hard.” Hanzo glared a little and purposefully kicked at his foot. Cole laughed and dragged him closer, slid his arm down to Hanzo’s waist and rested their joined hands over his heart. “Alright, how ‘bout this one? Anybody can do this.”
He only swayed and held Hanzo close, and he was right that this was easy too. Cole ducked his head a little, rested his cheek against Hanzo’s temple, and whatever the song was, Cole knew it. He hummed along, chest vibrating under Hanzo’s hand, and Hanzo leaned into it, shut his eyes and let Cole lead him.