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The frown Ray was trying to hold back as he looked down at his lackluster hand of cards, gave way to a grin when the familiar notes of Heart of Glass drifted from the radio. He looked up across the table. “Hey, Benny, they're playing our song.”
Fraser tilted his head, eyes lighting with recognition, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Ah, the gymnasium at the St. Fortunata School.”
“Where we had our first dance.”
They gazed at each other, lost in the memory for a moment.
Kowalski snorted from the seat next to Fraser. “Dance? Fraser? Fraser cannot dance. Two by Fours got more rhythm than him.” He tossed three M&M's into the pot. “I raise.”
“Nah, that's just the uniform, it makes him stiff.” Ray contemplated his hand; it hadn't gotten any better. “Once you get him out of those clothes, the guy's got some real nice moves, trust me.”
Ray looked up into the silence that followed. He was met with three pairs of raised eyebrows, as well as Fraser's wide-eyes and pink cheeks. Ray huffed. “I mean, put him in a dress and he can really cut a rug.”
The brows inched higher, Fraser's cheeks blushed darker. Dewey snickered.
Ray rolled his eyes and tossed down his cards; no way was he winning this one anyway. He stood up. “Come on, Benny, let's show these clowns what you got.”
Fraser looked down at himself. “Well, I'm not wearing a dress, Ray.”
“Yeah, but you're not wearing your uniform either, and that's the main point.”
Fraser grinned, carefully placing down his own cards. “Right you are.” He reached for Ray's open hand and stood, letting out a silly giggle as Ray spun him.
Looking on, Kowalski shook his head. “You call that dancing?” He tossed his hand onto the table. “That ain't dancing.” His chair scraped against the floor as he stood up. “Let me show you how it’s done.” He rounded the table and cut in, wrapping his arm around Ray’s waist and leading him around the room.
Ray laughed. “All right, I'll admit it; that’s some fancy footwork you got, Kowalski.”
Kowalski grinned and winked, lowering Ray into dip. “Damn straight.”
Fraser watched them, smiling and bobbing his head to the beat.
“Get over here, Benny.”
He eagerly joined the pair, and the three of them continued dancing in a close triangle.
Dewey leaned over to Huey. “Are we still playing cards or what?”
Huey shrugged. “Who knows? Were we ever really playing anyway?” He flicked a hand at the candy standing in for cash.
“Man, and this was the best hand I had all night.” Dewey dropped his cards with a huff. He reached out and swiped a handful of M&M's from the pile in the center of the table.
Huey sighed and stood up. “Well, if you can’t beat ‘em…” He held his hand out to Dewey. “Shall we?”