Peter B | Claire
He was cute when he laughed and maybe that's why she enjoyed making him do it so much. "I don't see race," Claire said with a snort.
Peter wasn't a dancer. But he was coordinated so he was off to a relatively decent start, maybe he just needed someone to show him the way. At least he didn't just stand there looking like he was having a terrible time, that was a deal breaker when it came to dancing. Also a deal breaker when it came to maybe liking a guy, not that Claire was liking a guy. Peter was her friend, housemate, part time hair stroker while she'd been sick.
She didn't have to be drunk to dance like no one was watching, to feel the music right through her. Claire was comfortable there and she was comfortable with Peter too. "There might be some hope for you yet," she told him as she turned to lean back against his chest.