Re: Westchester bar district.
"What? Tonight?" Mikhail practically scoffed at Kitty's scoff, at his song choice. "Those are not for tonight, my dear." He explained, then slipped into stereotypical Russian Olympic coach speak. "Those dances are for the competition I entered us in."
"Thank you." He told the mailbox, "and do not pretend you do not understand 'us'." Mikhail challenged her to deny what had been formed on the dance floor. Ever since the classically trained Russian had invaded her practice, Cosmo and Shadowcat had created an 'us'. "There are few things more intimate than dance." He continued, while his eyes glanced around periodically. "It's a rummaging of the soul, and sometimes you dig up something you should have kept buried - but it's up to your partner to buoy above water." Cosmo shared, then still riled up from his testimony decided he was done waiting on this so called 'Uber' driver.
Mikhail pivoted his body on one foot so he stood between Kitty and the street. His hands found her dainty but powerful fingers (he'd seen her do Xavier's American Ninja Warrior course) and gently rearranged their arms into a familiar starting position. He locked eyes with her and basked in the oneness they became just before they danced. But alas, the neighborhood street was neither the time nor the place. When Mikhail stepped back from Kitty Xavier's lane had disappeared. Adjacent to the bar the X-Men had started to arrive at and unlike their driver, on time. "Punctuality is an important and laudable trait." He repeated simply, then offered his arm to Kitty once more. "But do not fear, we will dance tonight."