Challenge #00430 - A055: Ballroom Blitz

Everything was going swimmingly until someone pulled out a disco ball.

“The music’s nice and all, but there’s somethin’ missin’.”

“By now, I dare not ask,” deadpanned Rael. “Just accept that whatever it is is most definitely a bad idea and leave things alone for a change.”

“Aaaahh… What sort'a party would it be wi'out a disco ball?”

*

The answer to that question, especially with Meyahndans sharing the party, was “safer”. Mayahndans, despite their carefully-crafted veneer of rigidly formal civilisation, had more instincts behind their facade than one would suspect. And those instincts were incredibly close to those of Terran Felines.

“I heard about murder on the dance floor, but that takes the cake.”

“I tried to tell you. You were right there. Why did you choose not to listen?”

“…iwantedtaehelp…”

Rael blinked. Shayde was many things, often related to the word, ‘brash’, but this was the first time she’d ever acted guilty about anything.

This was the first time she let herself seem vulnerable.

“Tell th’ medics I’ll pay fer their time. All their time. ’S my fault anywa’.” She rose from her seat and left. By dropping into her own shadow.

Rael didn;t know whether to feel relieved or alarmed about this sudden change.

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