[Santana’s eyes dance at the notion and she even manages a chuckle.]
You caught me. I have to say mister Smythe, you are exactly my type.
What do’ya say you ditch that skirt of yours and try on a real woman?
[He raises his eyebrows and takes a step closer, a playful smirk on his face.]
I am, am I? What, exactly, were you suggesting, Santana?
That bad? You have my sympathies. I can’t imagine it’s good for your health to be that tired. But, I’m certainly not an expert.
[Flashes the other a warm smile, trying his best not to sound condescending or anything of that sort with his words.]
It’s definitely not good for my health, but it was unavoidable. Rest assured, I’ll be getting my regular eight hours as soon as possible.
[He smirks at the other man, straightening his jacket and squaring his shoulders.]
Anyway, that’s no way to act at a party. I can rest when I’m dead, right?
And don’t you forget it.
[She rolls her eyes at his display, grinning for the first time that evening.]
She does doesn’t she. Did you see the dance floor I had Hef rig up? Figured everyone would a appreciate an old style dance off. Not like it’ll be much of a competition, but I best be seeing that smarmy ass of yours trying.
Oh I wouldn’t dream of it. You think I come to this damn club for the cigarettes?
I definitely saw the dance floor.
[He laughs, shaking his head.] I knew you were just in it to check me out. Don’t worry. Who do you think’s gonna dance with you? Of course I’ll be out there.
Surely working so hard means you should enjoy your relaxation time more, doesn’t it? If you don’t mind me saying of course.
No, of course not. As soon as I can blink without falling asleep, I’ll be sure to take your advice.
[He laughs faintly, scrubbing a hand over his face and taking a deep breath.]
I do look stunning, don’t I?
[Santana affords him a rare smile. She flips her hair back from her face and gestures towards the punch.]
But I think it’s safe to say that I would win that particular fight. Glad you could make it Mister Smythe. B is always saying you’re one of the only suits who can keep up with her on the dance floor.
You always do, San.
[His smile becomes smaller, more genuine. He looks down to hide his chuckle and runs a hand through his hair absently.]
I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Well, Britt is one of the only bunnies that can keep up with me, so I’d say we’re pretty evenly matched. She deserves a nice shindig like this.
[Santana is starting to think this party was a terrible idea. At first had sounded super romantic and a sure fire way to get her best friend back, but it’s starting to get late and there is still no sign of Brittany. Santana has yelled at the same bunny no less than three times for inching her way towards the three tiered cake, and if Rachel doesn’t stop suggesting karaoke, that poor banana isn’t the only thing that’ll of lost it’s head. She wants a drink badly, but she needs to stay sober. Tonight is about Brittany not her. Everyone around her seems to be having a good time, but Santana stays out of it all, rooted to spot by the punch bowl. Joe is clutched between her hands, a party hat atop his head and a bow that matches Santana’s blue cocktail dress around his neck.]
[She looks haughty despite her nerves and as a bunny goes for a fifth glass of punch she snaps.]
Step away from the punch bowl, you’re not going to fit into that damn bunny suit if you consume anymore calories, why don’t you find something better to do with your time you horrible little vulture.
[Sebastian saunters over to Santana and another terrified-looking bunny, his smile wide and bright even though he’s completely exhausted.]
Yeow, Red. Careful with those claws or you’ll take an eye out. Which would be a shame considering you look stunning tonight.
Well that was a weekend… well spent.
Getting no sleep at all is a fair trade for getting a few days ahead on your work, isn’t it? I really need a smoke.