Re: 8:55pm, on the dance floor (Kami, Jack)
"Between us?" Even as she said the words, though, he knew Kami was playing dumb and the immediate lift of her eyes to his reinforced the gut feeling. Her dark eyes held an expression that he had not seen before; all anger had drained away to leave a mixture of confusion and sadness. "The only thing that's going on is this... This weirdness," she began but she trailed off again.
She was a really, really horrible liar and she knew it. Turning her head, slightly, Kami studied their raised, tangled hands and made a hesitant move with her thumb in mirror image of his earlier stroke over her knuckles. The gesture sent a shiver through her and she bit down on her lower lip once more as if biting back a word that she might regret.
He was right and she hated to admit it but something else had been lingering around them, the situation, the building. Kami could not put her finger on it and it raised flags all over her intuition. Just as she knew her hopeful suggestion was built on bullshit wishful thinking, she knew that, for whatever reason, she was doomed to have Jack in her head. It made her uncomfortable and uncertain, frustrated and testy.
With a sudden shock, she realized and translated the feelings to the other side of the spectrum and found a mirror in the impact a certain drawling ninth floor resident had on her.
She unconsciously took a step closer to Jack and the scent of cigarettes and whiskey and cologne tickled her hind-brain. Before she could say what she really wanted, Kami whispered, "There's something going around. Some bug or something. I don't feel... right."