"Hey Whip," a voice rumbled behind Whip, startling her, "How ya doin?" She turned and was a little surprised to see Lance standing there, grinning.
"I'm fine," she couldn't help but smile back, "A little tired, but this keeps me going." She spread her arms, indicating the chaos of all the people and equipment that seemed to be everywhere.
"I know what you mean," Lance replied as they stood there, watching the commotion. Anthony was practically pulling his hair out in frustration that things were not precisely on schedule. Whip and Lance chuckled at his temper tantrum. Whip peered sideways at Lance, watching him unnoticed. The smile that pulled at his lips, made his whole face light up. Her eyes strayed from his mouth, following the line of his jaw in a downward curve to where his throat vibrated with the deep sounds he emitted. She'd always loved the bass parts in harmonies and his voice was no exception. Surprisingly she started wondering what it would be like to have that voice rumbling in her ear softly as they.......shit. Whip shook her head, immediately bringing her thoughts back to the present. Where the hell did that come from? She mentally cursed herself for thinking that way about him. What was the matter with her lately? This was Lance. She couldn't possibly be having those kinds of thoughts about him. Needing to put some space between them, she started to move toward a clothing rack.
"Look," she said, "I really have to go and make sure things are where they're supposed to be. You don't wanna have to go out on stage in the buff do you?" Lance's eyes widened and he laughed again, the sound giving her a strange feeling at the pit of her stomach.
"No," he replied, still chuckling, "I don't think that would be a good idea. I think we'd give the poor audience heart failure if that happened." He winked at her and Whip grinned back at him. She started to walk away, but stopped when he called after her again.
"Hey," he said, moving close to her again, "All of us are going to this club after the show tonight. It's called Chances and I'd like you to join us."
"I don't think that'd be a good idea Lance," Whip replied. Go out to a club with them? Was he kidding? No way could she do that.
"Awww.....c'mon," he put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her over toward him, "It'll be fun. Trust me." He grinned down at her and Whip's heart skipped a beat. She had to come up with something. No way could she go to a club knowing Lance was going to be there. With the way her traitorous body was acting lately, it would be better for her to stay away from him as much as possible. Frantically, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"But, I can't dance," she said, hoping he would take her lame excuse, but he wasn't buying.
"Now, I don't believe that," his eyes crinkled as he grinned again, "Anyone can dance. Hell, look at me." Whip shut her eyes, but the visions of him thrusting and gyrating on stage assaulted her behind her eyelids and she opened them again quickly. No. She definitely could NOT go dancing with him. Seeing that she was about to protest again, Lance leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I'll teach you," he offered, "C'mon Whip, I won't take no for an answer." Whip looked up into the glittering sea of green. It was his eyes that did it. Before she knew what happened she had agreed and he hugged her tight before jogging off. What had she gotten herself into now?