Status: closed @kitaylcr
Bowie recognizes him from The Dive. The man, he’s a regular - someone who typically prefers their company over the other dancers. He calls them his favorite, though they have a sneaking suspicion his favoritism is nothing more than thinly veiled fetishization. Still, they smile, laugh, play it off despite their mounting dislike for the man. And while they usually entertain his bullshit, the community center is not the bar where they get paid to dance. His natural habit of making them uncomfortable is amplified here in the new location away from The Dive. Bowie tries politely declining, making excuses to vacate his company, but he doesn’t seem to get the hint. He steps in front of them when they try to step away, blocking them from leaving and making them feel disgustingly small in the process. “Look, this is not the fuckin’ place or time,” They say, their annoyance finally breaking through. There’s a whole goddamn potential natural disaster happening outside of these walls, and this is the shit they have to deal with even now. Again, Bowie tries to step around him, but this time he catches them by the wrist. “Get your fuckin’ hands off me,” They tell him, a warning. So focused on the piece of shit in front of them, they don’t even notice Kit coming.
