Re: At the end of the street under the lights; Hugh M./cobbled
The voice took him slightly off guard, and Hugh turned, with a smile, albeit one that froze just for an instant as he took in the man in front of him. It recovered quickly and he nodded. "I dance all the time," he responded easily. "Almost every day."
Especially with having worked through the play recently, he'd been doing more dancing than not, but even without it, it was one of his favorite ways to destress and he tended to turn on music and just move, or to turn on songs he knew and work through the routines that he'd learned for theater performances past. Every one of them was engrained down into muscle memory, and he felt better when he could still remember them even with everything he'd had happen to him in the past year. He crossed one arm over his chest, using the hand to prop up the elbow of the arm that was holding the beer. "Do you dance often?" He asked. "The music down at this end of things feels as if its made for it, if you have the right partner."
There lay the rub, probably. Partners felt more difficult to come by than they had once been. Or maybe he'd simply gotten picker about what he hoped for.