(LOL yeah, I could totally see her getting so confused XD But nope. Bobby has enough problems as it is I think. Being bi, or even straight, instead of gay would probably only increase his problems I would think.)

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"That's fine, I'm rusty myself!" He said, spinning her around once as they walked onto the floor, a very upbeat, fast jazzy song kicking on. It's been awhile since he had danced with a woman he personally knew. Nowadays he didn't let anyone in close enough to be "personal". He took her other hand as the music slowed for a second, coming to a pause before it launched back into the fast pace "Ready?" He asked, then the music started back up. He took the lead, dancing with the skill of a professional. The only time he didn't limp was when he danced, and it certainly showed.

"So, you WERE married. What happened with that?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her other hand high in a waltz like hold as they slowly spun.

((Fair enough! I love to mess with my characters. I'm really horrible, really; I just put them in nasty situations. So far, Hazel's history has been reasonably good, so she needs something to mess her over soon :p))

An almost athletic spin took Hazel by surprise. They sped to a space on the dancefloor and she began to show off the moves she'd not used in a long time. Ruarc was incredible, she realised! When he walked, he was slow and it was almost painful to watch him limp, but when he danced he could really move! It was like he had no problems at all, and his legs were both completely functional, despite one obviously being less than useful in the best of times. A perfect grin lit her face before she knew it; she'd missed this, oh so much. It was nearing summer time already, and she'd been to few parties, except for those that counted as work. The jazz tune was one she recognised but couldn't place, but she enjoyed the exhilaration none-the-less. It, and Ruarc, span her round with more grace than she'd expected of the pair of them and she began to get out of breath.

Hazel gripped Ruarc's hands hard as the music slowed. Her breathing was slightly heavy; as much as she ran around her office and to and from meetings, it didn't particularly count as exercise. She wasn't sure how she stayed as slim as she did. Slowly, her breathing came back to normal, just as the music began to show signs of speeding up again. "Ready?" the suddenly-very-attractive man in front of her said, which a happiness she hadn't imagined he could show. She nodded and he pulled her closer, into an almost Waltz. The man could really dance! Then he soured it just a little by asking the question she'd been dreading, "So, you WERE married. What happened with that?"

With an inward sigh, the redhead thought of how to explain. Perhaps start with how she got married to begin with. "You never met Peter," she started. "I met him when we all left for college, and we were together for the whole of our university experience." Her voice was quiet, hesitant. "We were married young, and most young couples don't stay together long anyway. We had a daughter, but I always knew we wouldn't stay together forever. It just didn't feel right. Ultimately I worked it out. I can love men, I just can't make love to them..." She used her earlier thought, thinking it explained things kind of well. Then she waited for the reaction of this man who held her close and danced with her in such a way that made her feel very cared about.

He processed what she had just said for a minute, then chuckled "So, you're a lesbian. Bit of a shock really. But hey, you do you. Seeing how you've told me your 'secret'...I'll show you mine. Promise not to freak?" He asked, and circled around the crowd on the floor, so the other folks in his group couldn't see (or at least what he thought they couldn't) And sighed "Here we go....my last tour in Afghanistan there was heavy fighting in a city we had to patrol, but we made it out of there, barely.On the way out...." He bent down and grabbed the bottom seam of his pantleg, and looked up to her My column of Humvees hit a daisy chain of IED's, including the one I was riding in. I don't remember it happening, but from what I'm told I only survived the Humvee cartwheeling through the air because I was knocked unconscious, and ejected from the vehicle that was blown wide open. When I woke up, I did a vital check. Hands were there, balls were there. But what wasn't..." He then hiked up the pantleg.

Where there once was flesh, the metal and plastic of a prosthetic leg replaced it. It ended at where his knee should have been. He half grinned, half winced at the sight. "What wasn't there was my right leg, And I was a lucky one. " He pulled the pantleg back down and stood up, and smiled "I've gotten over losing the leg, there's other things that still haunt me."

It was blunt, and unsuspected. Hazel found herself laughing. "Yes, I'm a lesbian. Why such a shock? I'm polyromantic, but homosexual, if that makes any sense at all," she clarified, grinning. "I've been told on more than one occasion that I shouldn't be allowed to bring up my daughter, but in the end the judge at the divorce hearings saw the sense that, lesbian or no, a daughter needs her mother more than her father. Of course, Rebecca still sees her father very often." The redhead cut herself off. She was rabbling; she always had had a tendency to, with her old group of friends, and it was a relief to still be able to talk freely with them. She found she still trusted Ruarc an incredible amount.

And apparently he did too, as he whirled her around the dance floor, the songs shifting between jazz tunes, and brought her towards the edge of the crowd. She nodded quickly, her skin suddenly going cold. What was he going to show her? "I promise," she whispered, voice forced quiet. Hazel listened intently, sure that horror showed on her face as he told her the horrid story, despite the fact that she didn't know what a 'humvee' or an 'IED' was. Military talk, she assumed, knowing she was going much more pale than she normally was at the thought of all the death that had surrounded her friend that day. Even his obscenity, something she remembered from when they'd last seen each other, couldn't make her laugh, even a little bit. The artificial leg that poked out from his pants was both a shock and completely expected by the time she could look down. Even a relief, as she expected a to see a partially healed wound or something equally horrifying. Eventually she found her voice enough to whisper, "What then?" though she couldn't get rid of the thought of Ruarc's ghosts.

(thank you. And will do) (Well I'm sure it will mess with her to hit on a pretty girl and then find out said 'girl' is actually one of her male friends form high school)

A small grown slipped past thin lips as a blonde figure hurried out of their car. Pale hands opened up a little black purse, pulling out a compact mirror. Green eyes looked carefully into the mirror, checking to make sure that the makeup was done nicely. Pink lipstick was painted onto thin lips, mascara brushed gently on long lashes, and a light shade of blush was dusted on round cheeks. Satisfied with the done up appearance, the mirror was placed back into the purse before hurrying to the front doors. There was security waiting, of which the blonde individual quickly dug into the purse again for identification. Once handed over, green eyes winced at the raised eyebrow when the guard looked between the id and the person. The image was right, but the listed gender was not what one would have thought. Bobbi sighed quietly as his i.d. was given back, putting it back into his purse before brushing the ends of his dress.

He was sued to such confusion and looks. Many people began to think weird things when meeting a person like him. Without a word, he slipped passed the security guards and head inside. He was quite late to the party, thanks to his bad sense of direction. And he even had written done specific directions and put it into his car's GPS. I must have the worst luck ever. he thought with a soft sigh, brushing a strand of long blond hair behind his ear, having decided to have it down. Tucking his chin lightly to help hide his Adam's apple, he didn't wish for more odd stares, his green eyes began to search for his friend. The only reason he got in, and decided to show up, was because of his friend Francois worked at the company as one of the higher ups and decided that Bobbi needed to get and have some fun.

I don't understand what the big deal is. So what if I've been spending my time just at the bakery and home? Nothing wrong with that. he thought as he looked down at his outfit. On a plus side he was able to wear such a cute dress. The color went well with his skin, with the frills hiding his lack of feminine curves. It's length going to rest just above his knees, showing his smooth pale calves (thanks to getting waxed earlier that day) The bows were a nice touch too. I need to find a way to wear this more often. he thought before looking about for his French friend. So far he couldn't find the man at all. Don't tell me he had me come over, just to skip out himself. It appeared to be the case. A small sigh left his mouth as he moved to one of the walls and watched the dancers.

Not exactly how Bobbi thought to spend the evening, but hopefully things would turn up for the best.

Hey guys, just wanted to say that I'm going to leave this rp to you. I'm sorry but things are a bit busy and I haven't really been giving this rp the care it deserves, I wish you guys the best of luck!