xp_logs | Mark & Sarah, Wednesday evening

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Mark and Sarah return to belly dancing!

Weeks of resting and physical therapy accomplished, Mark could now twist and bend without feeling like his insides were going to burst out of him. The most important benefit of this was, of course, that Mark could now resume belly dancing classes with Sarah. "You think I should tell teach' the truth when he asks where I've been?" he asked Sarah as they climbed out of the subway station and onto the street. "I mean, I'm not the only New Yorker to get shot by his ex."

"Probably not. He'll kick you out for bringing bad vibes into his classroom." She walked alongside him, making their three block trek to the dance studio. She'd come to one of the classes without Mark, but the motivation just wasn't there. It was good to have him back. "Probably best to just say you were learning to arrange flowers or something."

"He'd love that," Mark replied wryly. "'Sorry I've been gone for the past couple months, I gave up on this hobby for another which I gave up because I suck less at this.' Well, at least it's not martial arts. Doug's told me horror stories about people who've just up and left then come back, just to get their asses promptly kicked."

Sarah waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, you'll probably get your ass kicked here too. Just not as embarrassing, since getting your ass kicked by a dance move is something guys do on a regular basis." She shot a grin in his direction, and continued walking.

"Bitch," he teased. They crossed the next block wordlessly and opened his mouth to make some other inane comment, but then paused. A flash of silver briefly flickered, and he quickly spun to look for it. "Did you just see that?"

She had, but just with her peripheral vision. Sarah turned to look, shrugging when they saw nothing. "Probably just the lights reflecting off the windows." Lights flickered like that all the time down on the city streets.

Mark shrugged. Snow Valley was making him paranoid. "Weird lights. Maybe Bloomberg is trying something festive post-Saint Pat's."

"Right. Because it's a brilliant idea to follow up 'everyone get trashed' day with lights that make everybody think they're stoned." Pointing ahead at the dance studio on the right, Sarah grinned. "At least it puts us in the right state of mind for our lessons. We'll fit right in!"