MHA #15, Tuesday Evening

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During their conversation at the Devil's Nest last week, Marc had suggested Watts take Steven salsa dancing during their Valentine's trip. Which Watts had been all over, but for the fact that while he knew how to waltz, a salsa was... not the same thing.

Marc knew how to salsa, though, and he'd even gone so far as to offer to teach Watts despite the fact that dancing with the boyfriend of the guy you shared a body with was bound to be more than a little awkward.

Thankfully for both of them, Annie had heard the word 'dance' and immediately volunteered herself to help. Some discussion of logistics and schedules later, and they'd settled on Tuesday evening for the lesson. Hence why Watts was making sure his speaker was set up and also pouring out some rum in a few shot glasses to leave on the balcony. He himself might not like being surprised but anticipating the look on Steven's face as he revealed that he'd taken the time to at least get the basics down? He coudn't pass that up. And for his actual guests he had both a nice bottle of wine and some good whiskey ready to go.

[ooc: for the dance instructors! that they are there for dance lessons is NFB please.]

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[hasaknightjob]

At the time this had come up Watts had seemed so out of his element on the concept that frankly on principle Marc felt like he had to offer a hand. Throw in a message on his phone that Marc was very much ignoring and as of right now Marc was thrilled to grab on to anything that proved to be a distraction.

Yes, even if it meant being social.

So at more or less the agreed upon time Marc went across the hallway and knocked.

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"Marc," Watts greeted as he opened the door. "Come on in," he waved him inside.

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"Watts," Marc replied. He came in and looked around. Technically he'd been here before, but always while Steven had control of the body. Joining in via reflection while Watts and Steven went through Hanukkah together wasn't the same thing. Though it did mean one of the first things Marc put his eyes on was the handy picture frame that allowed for that kind of company.

No such company tonight, though. Steven didn't even know that Marc's plans for the day had included seeing Watts at all, let alone why.

"Doing okay?" Marc asked.

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Watts wasn't sure how much, if at all, Steven had relayed to Marc regarding their conversation on Saturday. "No complaints currently," he answered with a shrug. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked. "I promise I've more than wine."

As he spoke, Raphael- who'd been curled on the couch enjoying an evening nap- woke, stretched, and hopped down. Unlike with Steven, though, he didn't make a beeline for Marc in a clear demand for attention, instead very casually ambling over in his general direction.

[hasaknightjob]

And Marc, who could take or leave pets of any kind, was not paying Raphael any attention whatsoever.

"Something stronger than wine would be great," Marc said.

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Hence why Raphael was nonchalantly making his way over to Marc’s ankles, intent on rubbing up against them in a completely casual manner.

Watts, meanwhile, uncorked that whisky and poured Marc a glass. “Hopefully this meets your approval.”

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was still not paying Raphael any mind. He did, ho, take a good drink from the whiskey in a way that suggested he wasn't too worried about the quality.

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Watts gave Marc a look. “Are you all right?” he asked.

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"Nothing you guys need to worry about," Marc told him.

Did it count as lying if Marc genuinely believed it to be true?

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And now Watts’s expression was extremely dubious. But he wasn’t going to press the issue, at least not now.

“If you say so.” He was, however, going to make it fairly clear he wasn’t buying what Marc was trying to sell.