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Gar and Shen - Shinobi's party
Gar and Shen clarify some stuff, and reaffirm their friendship! And dance some more!
Shen watched Warren fly over to one of his boyfriends with a grin, then looked down at the rest of the party. She spotted a lonesome green figure and landed beside Gar a few seconds later. "Hey! How's your second high school party treating you?"
"Pretty good," Gar said, smiling at her. He was glad that things hadn't gotten awkward between them since his more-or-less confession to liking her. "It's, y'know, a party. I always feel like I kinda have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm getting used to that, I guess."
"Well, there's no rulebook," Shen stated. "Dance, drink... discuss," she settled on as a d-word to stand in for chatting. "I'm sure there are more D-words about partying. Anyway! Do them or don't. It's all good. Do you want a drink?" She was absolutely getting herself another drink, to keep her very, very, very nice buzz going.
"Uh. Sure. Something, uh... light, I guess," Gar chuckled. "I had a kinda nasty headache the following morning after the last one. I guess I'm a bit of a lightweight."
"Well, this time we get to fix our drinks ourselves;" Shen stated, motioning for him to follow her over.
"Then maybe I'll be a nonconformist and not drink alcohol," Gar chuckled. "Since, y'know, I'm not even close to being legal to drink."
"None of us are," Shen stated, and frowned at him. "You know you didn't have to last time either, right?" She reached for the tequila as they got to the table, opening the unlabeled bottle and taking a sniff to make sure that it was the liquor she wanted.
"Yeah, I know," Gar said. "I was just kinda giving it a try. I figured it couldn't be so bad if everyone was doing it. Y'know?" He shrugged.
"But it was," Shen guessed, and poured herself a healthy measure of tequila, then some orange juice, finally adding a splash of grenadine. Tequila sunrise for the win!
"It wasn't that bad," Gar said, shrugging. "It just wasn't quite what I expected, I guess. It's, y'know. All new to me. Parties, drinking, ...being interested in girls." Yeah, he'd let that air out there again.
Was he talking about her again? Shen wasn't sure, and wasn't sure how to address it. "Hopefully that last bit isn't that bad either. What are you having, then?"
"No, it's not." But it made him wonder why she hadn't given him any attention, unless he was right, and she just wasn't attracted to him, which he couldn't fault. "Just, uh, some rum and coke, I guess. Light on the rum," he said, chuckling.
Shen frowned. "I thought you didn't want to drink?"
"I'm still experimenting," Gar said, though really, he was doing it because he didn't want to look like a wuss to her. "Finding what I like, what I don't like. I won't know unless I try, right?"
"True," Shen agreed, reaching for another unlabeled bottle. She took a sniff, then shook her head with a grimace, and reached for another. "There we go," she stated after sniffing it, and poured him the requested drink, with a minimal amount of rum. "Don't feel like you have to finish it if you don't like it, okay?" She was very wary of him doing this because of peer pressure now, and didn't want to add to it.
"Don't worry about that," Gar chuckled. "If I don't like it, I'll dump it." Or something. "Anyway. Did you, uh... wanna dance again?" he asked. "I liked last time. A lot."
She held his drink out to him and picked up her own, grinning. "Dancing is the best. As soon as we finish our drinks?"
He took it and gave it a sip. Not bad, if he was being honest. "Sure," he said, happily. "I was kinda worried," he confessed. "When you found out about my, y'know. Crush on you," he said. "I was kinda worried you'd, y'know. Avoid me. I'm glad it didn't make things weird."
"I'm glad it's not making things weird for you, mostly," Shen admitted with a small smile. "I mean, I'm not the one with the feelings. You decide how comfortable you are being around me."
"Well, you're always great around me. Things are always great with you around," he said, grinning a bit. "You're fun. I feel like we, y'know. Understand each other. It's nice."
"It is," Shen confirmed, still smiling. She was glad they were saying all that stuff. Glad he really was okay around her. She raised her glass, smile widening into a grin. "Here's to friendship."
"To friendship," he said, smiling and raising his glass. "Though, if you ever wanted to be my first kiss, too... that'd be cool with me," he said. Okay, yeah, maybe he was feeling bold tonight. But why not? Hopefully he didn't ruin the mood of friendship with that remark.
"I'd rather not," Shen told him honestly, lowering her glass without having taken a drink. He had a crush, she didn't, that kiss would have to mean more to him than to her. And she just didn't get that vibe with him, what could she say. "I'm sorry, just... That wouldn't be very fair to anyone."
Okay, yeah, that stung a bit, and it probably showed on his face. "Yeah, okay," he said, looking away briefly. "I... sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he said, scratching the back of his head. "That's... not fair to you, me having said that. I'm sorry."
"It's cool," Shen told him immediately. She meant it. He wasn't insisting, so it was all good. "We're cool, don't sweat it."
"Alright." She said not to sweat it, so he wouldn't. He took another sip of his drink. "Y'know I meant to ask you after the announcement, but, I got distracted with class and stuff. What do you think of that, y'know, announcement awhile back?" he asked. "You plan on signing up for that team thing?"
That was a serious change of topic. "Yeah, definitely. You?" And she finally took that drink to friendship.
"I've been chewing on it," he admitted. "I'm not sure where I stand. On the one hand, fighting. On the other hand... helping."
"It's not like you have to decide now," Shen remarked. "You can wait to see how it goes."
"Sure, but... people I know, people I care about, they're gonna be there. And what if something happens to them because I wasn't there?" Gar asked, hypothetically. "I just, y'know. I worry."
"'Cause you're sure things wouldn't have happened the same if you'd been there?" Shen asked. "Or gone worse?" It was a pretty arrogant way of looking at it, and it surprised her, coming from Gar. "That's the kind of decision you should only make if you want to do this completely crazy thing." It was an insane project, she was very aware of that. It wasn't going to stop her from doing it.
"I mean, you're right," Gar said, nodding. "Things might go worse if I'm along. I worry about that, too. That kind of thing..." He sighed. "I've been in a disaster before," he said, frankly. "People died because I froze up. I didn't know how to react."
"People died because of the disaster," Shen took a wild guess. "But I'm sorry, Gar. If you wanna talk about it - but you don't have to." Still, she was here.
"Well, yeah, but..." He looked away. "Let's... talk about it some other time. When we're not at a party, yeah?" he asked, brightening. "Supposed to be fun times. Celebrating someone's birthday, from what I heard."
"Sure," Shen agreed with a small smile. "And yeah, Shinobi's, have you met him?" She'd reflexively looked around to find him and Tamara dancing together, and they really looked amazing together. Her heart twisted, but she looked back at Gar to gesture in their direction. "He's the one dancing with Tamara."
"Ah," Gar said, nodding. "Nope. Haven't met him. Just kind of invited everybody. Which. I mean, seems really nice, to me," he said, frankly. "He's probably a great guy."
"He's cool, mostly," Shen agreed. That was neutral enough. "He can be a bit... He's one of those super rich kids, you know?"
"Snooty?" Gar asked, not really sure what she meant by that.
"Nah, just - they all grew up in a different world from us, you know?" Shen offered. And she didn't think Shinobi was as sensitive to that as Warren, from their conversations.
"A privilege thing, then," Gar said, wondering if he was on the right page now.
"A shitton of them," Shen confirmed with a nod. Just not the white one.
"Ah. Fun," Gar said, sarcastically. "I mean, as long as he's got a decent handle on it, that's fine. Everyone's got, y'know, kind of like a price of admission. Stuff you gotta deal with. Some more than others."
Shen chuckled. "That's a great way of putting it."
"I think I read that saying on the internet, probably," Gar admitted, chuckling to himself. "I could never come up with something that, y'know, insightful."
"Don't sell yourself short," Shen told him with a smile. Of course he could have come up with that.
"No, really. I think it was in some sort of relationship advice stuff I was reading," he said, shrugging. "I... kinda was doing some research, I guess," he admitted. "Deciding on how I wanna, y'know. Approach girls. Relationships. That sorta thing."
"Is it weird if I ask what your decision was?" Shen asked with a skeptical look. She had no idea where his line for weird was. And with that first kiss thing so fresh, maybe it really would be too weird. But instead of doing the smart thing and slowing down her alcohol intake to end up less buzzed and more able to navigate this sort of conversation, she took another drink from her glass.
"I dunno, honestly," Gar said. "It's a lot more complicated than movies and TV make it out to be," he said, grinning just a bit. "I mean, mostly, I just don't know who to talk to about it," he said, frankly. "Nobody to bounce ideas off of."
"Well, if you ever think it wouldn't be weird, I'm here," Shen told him with a small smile. Did that mean he had no other friends? She hoped not! Gar deserved all the friends. And a nice girlfriend, too. And/or boyfriend. Or non-binary-person-friend.
"I mean, it'd be good, I think," Gar said. And it'd help him get his mind off of her, maybe. He did like Clarice, but he didn't know her nearly as well. And a cute girl like her was probably involved in other things with non-green boys. "You seem to, I dunno. Know what you want," he chuckled.
"I do," Shen agreed, after a beat. She'd never thought of it that way. "You kinda have to, if you don't want boys to trample all over you," she added honestly.
"A-are we that bad?" Gar asked, surprised. "A-am I that bad?" he asked, nervously.
Shen tilted her head to the side thoughtfully, trying to figure out if he was reverse-Not-All-Mening her or something. She had no idea, so she let it go. "I'm not friends with guys who are that bad. But y'know. Societal gender roles we're taught about from the start, all that stuff." She made a circular motion with her free hand. She had had too many tequilas to be very articulate about it right now. "You're all oppressors. It is the way it is."
That just made him feel bad, though. "I'm sorry," he said, looking down at his drink. It sounded bad.
"That's a good first step," Shen told him. "Being sorry. Better to actually do something, though. Help us fight the patriarchy. All that stuff. We've gotten way off track, wow."
"Yeah, I guess we have," Gar said, nodding, and smiling a little. "Fighting the patriarchy sounds less scary than fighting fellow mutants, at least."
Shen huffed out a laugh. "I don't know about that. It's been around for millennia, it affects everyone although most people don't realize to what extent, and it doesn't wanna go. It's the worst supervillain ever, with a team of supervillain friends it goes hand in hand with, like white domination or cis-oppression."
"Well, when you put it that way..." Gar wasn't sure if he wanted to continue with this conversation. It was making him incredibly uncomfortable, if only because he didn't know how to navigate it. Which, honestly, was probably part of the problem. But he wasn't going to get into it.
"I know, right," Shen confirmed with a nod, unaware of his discomfort. "'s why I try to kick it in the nuts at least once a day."
Gar laughed nervously. "Just, ah, don't kick me in the nuts, I guess. Unless I deserve it."
"I won't kick you in the nuts even if you do deserve it," Shen assured him, and patted his shoulder. "Just yell at you."
"Well, that's reassuring," Gar said, chuckling. He took another sip of his drink, figuring the sooner he was done with it, the sooner they could dance, and he could maneuver to a more favorable line of conversation.
"Any time," Shen assured him with a grin. "But anyway, yeah. If it's not weird, you can talk to me about that stuff. If you want."
"As long as you're okay with it. I mean, I sit here and tell you I'm attracted to you, and then I turn around and talk to you about other girls? You sure that won't like, get weird for you?"
"Really sure," Shen confirmed with a nod. That would be wrong on so many levels, she couldn't get to all of them in her currently buzzed state.
"Cool," he said, nodding. "I was... kinda wondering about Clarice?" he said, looking around for her. "We've only really spoken once, but she seemed really nice. Do you know if she's seeing anyone?"
"Not that I know of," Shen replied, lips quirked in a small smile. Clarice, huh? Why not.
"That... that smile means something, I'm sure of it," Gar said, hesitantly.
"It means I completely want to prod her to find out," Shen said, and chuckled. "But matchmaking is a terrible idea and I'd probably make a mess of it."
Gar chuckled a little. "I dunno, you might be good at it."
"Are you kidding? I have all the subtlety of a punch in the face," Shen pointed out, amused at the thought. She'd be terrible at it.
"Yeah, but I mean, sometimes, y'know, subtlety isn't... great?" He grinned, weakly. Okay, yeah, it was amusing, and he felt silly for thinking of it.
Shen giggled at how much he didn't sound like he believed it. "Great performance. Oscar-worthy."
Gar gave a mock bow, careful not to spill his drink. "I do my best."
"Don't quit your day job," Shen advised him, trying to look serious, but then she laughed again. "Come on, we should go and dance." And having said that, she finished the rest of her drink. It was totally time to dance.
"I'll try to get a day job, then," Gar said, smirking a little and finishing his drink. He offered her his hand. "Let's go dance."
Shen took it with a grin, then tugged him towards the dancefloor, enthusiastic as could be.
Shen watched Warren fly over to one of his boyfriends with a grin, then looked down at the rest of the party. She spotted a lonesome green figure and landed beside Gar a few seconds later. "Hey! How's your second high school party treating you?"
"Pretty good," Gar said, smiling at her. He was glad that things hadn't gotten awkward between them since his more-or-less confession to liking her. "It's, y'know, a party. I always feel like I kinda have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm getting used to that, I guess."
"Well, there's no rulebook," Shen stated. "Dance, drink... discuss," she settled on as a d-word to stand in for chatting. "I'm sure there are more D-words about partying. Anyway! Do them or don't. It's all good. Do you want a drink?" She was absolutely getting herself another drink, to keep her very, very, very nice buzz going.
"Uh. Sure. Something, uh... light, I guess," Gar chuckled. "I had a kinda nasty headache the following morning after the last one. I guess I'm a bit of a lightweight."
"Well, this time we get to fix our drinks ourselves;" Shen stated, motioning for him to follow her over.
"Then maybe I'll be a nonconformist and not drink alcohol," Gar chuckled. "Since, y'know, I'm not even close to being legal to drink."
"None of us are," Shen stated, and frowned at him. "You know you didn't have to last time either, right?" She reached for the tequila as they got to the table, opening the unlabeled bottle and taking a sniff to make sure that it was the liquor she wanted.
"Yeah, I know," Gar said. "I was just kinda giving it a try. I figured it couldn't be so bad if everyone was doing it. Y'know?" He shrugged.
"But it was," Shen guessed, and poured herself a healthy measure of tequila, then some orange juice, finally adding a splash of grenadine. Tequila sunrise for the win!
"It wasn't that bad," Gar said, shrugging. "It just wasn't quite what I expected, I guess. It's, y'know. All new to me. Parties, drinking, ...being interested in girls." Yeah, he'd let that air out there again.
Was he talking about her again? Shen wasn't sure, and wasn't sure how to address it. "Hopefully that last bit isn't that bad either. What are you having, then?"
"No, it's not." But it made him wonder why she hadn't given him any attention, unless he was right, and she just wasn't attracted to him, which he couldn't fault. "Just, uh, some rum and coke, I guess. Light on the rum," he said, chuckling.
Shen frowned. "I thought you didn't want to drink?"
"I'm still experimenting," Gar said, though really, he was doing it because he didn't want to look like a wuss to her. "Finding what I like, what I don't like. I won't know unless I try, right?"
"True," Shen agreed, reaching for another unlabeled bottle. She took a sniff, then shook her head with a grimace, and reached for another. "There we go," she stated after sniffing it, and poured him the requested drink, with a minimal amount of rum. "Don't feel like you have to finish it if you don't like it, okay?" She was very wary of him doing this because of peer pressure now, and didn't want to add to it.
"Don't worry about that," Gar chuckled. "If I don't like it, I'll dump it." Or something. "Anyway. Did you, uh... wanna dance again?" he asked. "I liked last time. A lot."
She held his drink out to him and picked up her own, grinning. "Dancing is the best. As soon as we finish our drinks?"
He took it and gave it a sip. Not bad, if he was being honest. "Sure," he said, happily. "I was kinda worried," he confessed. "When you found out about my, y'know. Crush on you," he said. "I was kinda worried you'd, y'know. Avoid me. I'm glad it didn't make things weird."
"I'm glad it's not making things weird for you, mostly," Shen admitted with a small smile. "I mean, I'm not the one with the feelings. You decide how comfortable you are being around me."
"Well, you're always great around me. Things are always great with you around," he said, grinning a bit. "You're fun. I feel like we, y'know. Understand each other. It's nice."
"It is," Shen confirmed, still smiling. She was glad they were saying all that stuff. Glad he really was okay around her. She raised her glass, smile widening into a grin. "Here's to friendship."
"To friendship," he said, smiling and raising his glass. "Though, if you ever wanted to be my first kiss, too... that'd be cool with me," he said. Okay, yeah, maybe he was feeling bold tonight. But why not? Hopefully he didn't ruin the mood of friendship with that remark.
"I'd rather not," Shen told him honestly, lowering her glass without having taken a drink. He had a crush, she didn't, that kiss would have to mean more to him than to her. And she just didn't get that vibe with him, what could she say. "I'm sorry, just... That wouldn't be very fair to anyone."
Okay, yeah, that stung a bit, and it probably showed on his face. "Yeah, okay," he said, looking away briefly. "I... sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he said, scratching the back of his head. "That's... not fair to you, me having said that. I'm sorry."
"It's cool," Shen told him immediately. She meant it. He wasn't insisting, so it was all good. "We're cool, don't sweat it."
"Alright." She said not to sweat it, so he wouldn't. He took another sip of his drink. "Y'know I meant to ask you after the announcement, but, I got distracted with class and stuff. What do you think of that, y'know, announcement awhile back?" he asked. "You plan on signing up for that team thing?"
That was a serious change of topic. "Yeah, definitely. You?" And she finally took that drink to friendship.
"I've been chewing on it," he admitted. "I'm not sure where I stand. On the one hand, fighting. On the other hand... helping."
"It's not like you have to decide now," Shen remarked. "You can wait to see how it goes."
"Sure, but... people I know, people I care about, they're gonna be there. And what if something happens to them because I wasn't there?" Gar asked, hypothetically. "I just, y'know. I worry."
"'Cause you're sure things wouldn't have happened the same if you'd been there?" Shen asked. "Or gone worse?" It was a pretty arrogant way of looking at it, and it surprised her, coming from Gar. "That's the kind of decision you should only make if you want to do this completely crazy thing." It was an insane project, she was very aware of that. It wasn't going to stop her from doing it.
"I mean, you're right," Gar said, nodding. "Things might go worse if I'm along. I worry about that, too. That kind of thing..." He sighed. "I've been in a disaster before," he said, frankly. "People died because I froze up. I didn't know how to react."
"People died because of the disaster," Shen took a wild guess. "But I'm sorry, Gar. If you wanna talk about it - but you don't have to." Still, she was here.
"Well, yeah, but..." He looked away. "Let's... talk about it some other time. When we're not at a party, yeah?" he asked, brightening. "Supposed to be fun times. Celebrating someone's birthday, from what I heard."
"Sure," Shen agreed with a small smile. "And yeah, Shinobi's, have you met him?" She'd reflexively looked around to find him and Tamara dancing together, and they really looked amazing together. Her heart twisted, but she looked back at Gar to gesture in their direction. "He's the one dancing with Tamara."
"Ah," Gar said, nodding. "Nope. Haven't met him. Just kind of invited everybody. Which. I mean, seems really nice, to me," he said, frankly. "He's probably a great guy."
"He's cool, mostly," Shen agreed. That was neutral enough. "He can be a bit... He's one of those super rich kids, you know?"
"Snooty?" Gar asked, not really sure what she meant by that.
"Nah, just - they all grew up in a different world from us, you know?" Shen offered. And she didn't think Shinobi was as sensitive to that as Warren, from their conversations.
"A privilege thing, then," Gar said, wondering if he was on the right page now.
"A shitton of them," Shen confirmed with a nod. Just not the white one.
"Ah. Fun," Gar said, sarcastically. "I mean, as long as he's got a decent handle on it, that's fine. Everyone's got, y'know, kind of like a price of admission. Stuff you gotta deal with. Some more than others."
Shen chuckled. "That's a great way of putting it."
"I think I read that saying on the internet, probably," Gar admitted, chuckling to himself. "I could never come up with something that, y'know, insightful."
"Don't sell yourself short," Shen told him with a smile. Of course he could have come up with that.
"No, really. I think it was in some sort of relationship advice stuff I was reading," he said, shrugging. "I... kinda was doing some research, I guess," he admitted. "Deciding on how I wanna, y'know. Approach girls. Relationships. That sorta thing."
"Is it weird if I ask what your decision was?" Shen asked with a skeptical look. She had no idea where his line for weird was. And with that first kiss thing so fresh, maybe it really would be too weird. But instead of doing the smart thing and slowing down her alcohol intake to end up less buzzed and more able to navigate this sort of conversation, she took another drink from her glass.
"I dunno, honestly," Gar said. "It's a lot more complicated than movies and TV make it out to be," he said, grinning just a bit. "I mean, mostly, I just don't know who to talk to about it," he said, frankly. "Nobody to bounce ideas off of."
"Well, if you ever think it wouldn't be weird, I'm here," Shen told him with a small smile. Did that mean he had no other friends? She hoped not! Gar deserved all the friends. And a nice girlfriend, too. And/or boyfriend. Or non-binary-person-friend.
"I mean, it'd be good, I think," Gar said. And it'd help him get his mind off of her, maybe. He did like Clarice, but he didn't know her nearly as well. And a cute girl like her was probably involved in other things with non-green boys. "You seem to, I dunno. Know what you want," he chuckled.
"I do," Shen agreed, after a beat. She'd never thought of it that way. "You kinda have to, if you don't want boys to trample all over you," she added honestly.
"A-are we that bad?" Gar asked, surprised. "A-am I that bad?" he asked, nervously.
Shen tilted her head to the side thoughtfully, trying to figure out if he was reverse-Not-All-Mening her or something. She had no idea, so she let it go. "I'm not friends with guys who are that bad. But y'know. Societal gender roles we're taught about from the start, all that stuff." She made a circular motion with her free hand. She had had too many tequilas to be very articulate about it right now. "You're all oppressors. It is the way it is."
That just made him feel bad, though. "I'm sorry," he said, looking down at his drink. It sounded bad.
"That's a good first step," Shen told him. "Being sorry. Better to actually do something, though. Help us fight the patriarchy. All that stuff. We've gotten way off track, wow."
"Yeah, I guess we have," Gar said, nodding, and smiling a little. "Fighting the patriarchy sounds less scary than fighting fellow mutants, at least."
Shen huffed out a laugh. "I don't know about that. It's been around for millennia, it affects everyone although most people don't realize to what extent, and it doesn't wanna go. It's the worst supervillain ever, with a team of supervillain friends it goes hand in hand with, like white domination or cis-oppression."
"Well, when you put it that way..." Gar wasn't sure if he wanted to continue with this conversation. It was making him incredibly uncomfortable, if only because he didn't know how to navigate it. Which, honestly, was probably part of the problem. But he wasn't going to get into it.
"I know, right," Shen confirmed with a nod, unaware of his discomfort. "'s why I try to kick it in the nuts at least once a day."
Gar laughed nervously. "Just, ah, don't kick me in the nuts, I guess. Unless I deserve it."
"I won't kick you in the nuts even if you do deserve it," Shen assured him, and patted his shoulder. "Just yell at you."
"Well, that's reassuring," Gar said, chuckling. He took another sip of his drink, figuring the sooner he was done with it, the sooner they could dance, and he could maneuver to a more favorable line of conversation.
"Any time," Shen assured him with a grin. "But anyway, yeah. If it's not weird, you can talk to me about that stuff. If you want."
"As long as you're okay with it. I mean, I sit here and tell you I'm attracted to you, and then I turn around and talk to you about other girls? You sure that won't like, get weird for you?"
"Really sure," Shen confirmed with a nod. That would be wrong on so many levels, she couldn't get to all of them in her currently buzzed state.
"Cool," he said, nodding. "I was... kinda wondering about Clarice?" he said, looking around for her. "We've only really spoken once, but she seemed really nice. Do you know if she's seeing anyone?"
"Not that I know of," Shen replied, lips quirked in a small smile. Clarice, huh? Why not.
"That... that smile means something, I'm sure of it," Gar said, hesitantly.
"It means I completely want to prod her to find out," Shen said, and chuckled. "But matchmaking is a terrible idea and I'd probably make a mess of it."
Gar chuckled a little. "I dunno, you might be good at it."
"Are you kidding? I have all the subtlety of a punch in the face," Shen pointed out, amused at the thought. She'd be terrible at it.
"Yeah, but I mean, sometimes, y'know, subtlety isn't... great?" He grinned, weakly. Okay, yeah, it was amusing, and he felt silly for thinking of it.
Shen giggled at how much he didn't sound like he believed it. "Great performance. Oscar-worthy."
Gar gave a mock bow, careful not to spill his drink. "I do my best."
"Don't quit your day job," Shen advised him, trying to look serious, but then she laughed again. "Come on, we should go and dance." And having said that, she finished the rest of her drink. It was totally time to dance.
"I'll try to get a day job, then," Gar said, smirking a little and finishing his drink. He offered her his hand. "Let's go dance."
Shen took it with a grin, then tugged him towards the dancefloor, enthusiastic as could be.