@six--shots
✣𝙰𝙽𝙰
the hobbit, j.r.r. tolkien, “now for some music!”
→ it was a cause for celebration: not only had overwatch and blackwatch worked together expertly and achieved their goals, there were record few casualties. there were drinks to be had, dancing, friendships; it was quite a party at the watchpoint after all had returned. and yet though by all means she should have been celebrating, too, it had been jesse that noticed as the sniper had slunk from the main area and to a quiet balcony, drawing her coat ‘round her as she did so. OH they were great but she seemed to for the moment desire her solitude and yet.
well, perhaps jesse was one too many drinks in and a bit too brazen (blame gabriel) to allow such as he exited the room: “ησω fσя ѕσмє мυѕιc!” was heard from behind him as someone adjusted the stereo in time for the gloved hand of the younger member of blackwatch to tap-tap against ana’s shoulder:
❝ c’mon ana, ❞ as he grinned, hand extended, palm down: ❝ i ain’t about to waste a chance to dance with captain amari herself. ❞
drunk definitely drunk but at least he was brave.
The night was dragging on for far too long. The need to celebrate their working together seemed strange, and despite there being so few casualties it still wore on her. Still too many were dead. They didn’t deserve it, and her thoughts wouldn’t leave her alone. Her mind too muddled with negative feelings she made to balcony. No need to bring their cheer down. It was unfair. The sound of the party behind her - she paid no mind to it and instead drapped herself over the railing to look out over the expanses. But, that would be not the case tonight. Dear Jesse had other plans. She had heard him before she felt the tap against her shoulder.
She spins to look at him, a tired look upon her face. She wipes it away, quickly. Replacing it with one of her small smiles. A bold question. She looks at the hand and knows it would be silly to stay out here and brood about the mess that only she could see. She also knows too much alcohol is in everyones system. But so many of them were young - they must take their victories where they could. So, she takes the hand. Its warm in her own,
“Shall we show them how its done?” She asks, a grin now spreading on her lips as she pulls him back inside to the blaring music.
There is no real dance floor, just the communal room everyone stayed in. Others already were twisting and spinning, limbs flailing. Others singing along to the music. She drags him out to the center of the floor. Her body swaying in time to the music. Her dear friends already making fools of themselves with their eccentric moves, perhaps she should be video taping this all instead.
She moves to have him spin under her arm instead of her spin under his, she laughs and allows herself to enjoy the moment.
