Photo courtesy of Ashwin Rao (via Angry Hourglass Flash-Frenzy-Round-32)
Heat emerges from beyond Casino’s double doors, as Jay pushes them open and moves inside, tiny sombrero stamp displayed at his wrist. The floor is full of bodies, improvisation at the ready. Already he recognises integrated elements of Cha Cha Cha, Danzon and rumba, beyond the usual Dile Que No and a contratiempo. The band – a short statured trio - Techichi tonight, he thinks - is playing for all their worth, sweat browed. Still, he isn’t feeling it yet, though the music is hopping.
“Care to dance?” a female voice asks, behind him and he turns, taking in a flame coloured up do above green eyes, looking into his own, decided, daring him to say no. He doesn’t. Instead, they are up and onto the floor together, before he is thinking about it and she is pulling his arms around her into position, pre figures and turns. She is close enough to him he can smell the remnants of a perfume he can’t quite place, before he realises he has missed his count and the beat is beyond him already and away.
“Sorry,” Jay mutters. “Start again?”
“Sure,” his companion says, smiling a little. “When you’re ready.” She raises a pencilled eyebrow at him, eyes sparking.
Jay looks away briefly, starts to count; to concentrate. This time he has found the rhythm and they are in it together, hips noting the swing and away, break step firmly in place. He finds she anticipates easily, given he has never been the strongest of leaders really; quick and graceful in her spins, single and double. He senses, rather than sees, the looks they are garnering from others around them; knows they are down to his petite partner, who takes the credit. Suddenly, he is grinning, pulse increased and the steps are sorting themselves, as they work the floor, two together, deep beneath the base.
“We’ll have to try that again,” she says, causing him to realise the song has slowed to a close. Jay realises right then he could easily jump to her tune for time to come. The concept doesn’t bother him much – and he doesn’t even know her name yet.
Another Hourglass entry. I couldn't resist writing a salsa based piece this week, given the photo. The reference to the dogs is relatively subtle!