“Distract them,” Amy hisses, gesturing to the group of men crowded by the front door. “I’m gonna sneak around the back.”
“I’ve been told I’m very distracting,” Jake whispers back, leaning in to peck her cheek before turning around and walking towards the men, taking off the totally awesome hat he was wearing as a disguise and tossing it on the ground next to them.
Amy raises her eyebrows.
“A show for the gentlemen!” Jake says, arguably too grandly, making a face at himself before he starts dancing. Like straight up actual tap dancing, because it’s basically like riding a bike, a bike that tap taps in your dreams until you wake up screaming.
One of the guys whispers, “What the fuck,” but they keep watching him, perhaps morbidly fascinated but Jake’s pretty sure that fascinated is somewhere in the equation.
“He’s crazy,” another guys says. “Give him a dollar, maybe he’ll go away.”
One of them tosses a dollar in Jake’s hat and Jake glances over to see Amy watching from the alley with a weird look on her face. He stops tap dancing with an elegant flourish of his arms and does a sweeping bow, grabbing his hat and saying, “Thank you for your generosity!”
He dashes over to Amy, saying, “Did you get anything?”
“No,” Amy says, looking him up and down. “I got distracted.”
“…Amy Santiago,” he says, a slow grin spreading across her face. “Are you horny for tap dancing?”
“What?” Amy says, scoffing. “No, I’m–you know what, yeah, I am, I really am, let’s go back to my place and you can…y’know.”
“…tap dance naked?” Jake asks, frowning.
“No!” Amy says, then looks thoughtful. “Well.”
“I can’t believe you want me to tap dance strip tease for you,” Jake says, throwing an arm around her and laughing as he leads her away, adding warmly. “You pervert.”
oh my god, they were roommates 