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Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.

The Sensoriums are empty. Everyone's working, you should be nice and alone. You grin to yourself, conjuring a hardwood floor, and a set of stairs.

You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).

Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.

You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.

But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.

You're not alone. Someone is watching you.

Who is it? What will you do?

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"You should show those moves off more often, Billy."

"Should I? I don't know if this is entirely presentable."

He's just going to laugh nervously and rub his head. Oh god, Kaylee will never let him forget this. He can feel himself burning with shame already.

"Would be if we were at a party, right? Just make sure you bring 'em to the next shindig."

Don't worry, Billy. She won't harass you too badly about it...

"Yes, but if we attend a party I fully intend to keep my pants on. I've never attended the sort of party where pantsless attire would be appropriate."

And he's just going to huff cutely and attempt to pull his pants on over the short blue boxers. At least he doesn't wear any embarrassing patterns?

But really, the pale legs (with a thin scar on one) are enough to bother him. Notice that he's not explaining why he'd done this.

Kaylee averts her eyes to the ceiling while he fumbles with his pants. No judgments made on undergarment choice (hell, she's got underwear that's covered in flowers and bows), and definitely nothing on the scarred-up legs. She's got plenty of those herself.

"Goes to show you're loosenin' up a bit, right? That's somethin' on the bright side to look at."

Billy turns back to her, wondering about the implications of her words.

"I...suppose? Since you're the advocate and expert on these matters, would that suggest that you do this?"

"Well, can't say I've been caught dancin' about in my underthings--yet--but there ain't a thing wrong with doin' it anyhow."

Partly truth, partly teasing. "S'pose there'd be a good-sized uproar in the department if I was ever caught doin' it. Though apparently I'm too much of a distraction for half the men no matter what I do, so that might get it out of their systems quicker..."

His ears are still red as he re-checks the wiring and chuckles nervously. "So I see. But...has anyone been bothering you, Kaylee? If they are, I'll do what I can about it---assuming that I'm not the problem of course. If I am, Allen will handle it."

Kaylee moves a bit closer to look at the wiring over his shoulder. "Nobody's bothered me at all, 'cept when they make dumb mistakes 'cause they ain't payin' attention like they should. Mistakes are one thing, but if it's startin' to reach Jayne-level, that's where the problems are..."

Pardon her while she rattles on about crewmates.

"I'll do my best to avoid that," he says, suddenly conscious of his performance with these wires. That one goes there---come on, Billy, don't screw up. Can't be causing more trouble for her over here.

"Maybe we need help with focus," he speculates. Almost there! "What do you think would do it?"

"Billy, the day you start makin' mistakes'll be the day Kang prances about the ship in a dress. I ain't worried about you at all."

She backs off to let him work easier. "Dunno. Have a fun day, maybe? Engineer Olympics or somethin'. Might help people to refocus and look at their work as not somethin' they're forced into doin'."

"That could work," he thinks, finishing up and turning around to face her. Well...her shoulder, maybe. He still has some trouble meeting her eyes after all that.

"We'd have build contests, shooting range contests, races, and...a dance contest, maybe. With pants on."

Kaylee lets him off easy on it. She would probably be doing the same, had the roles been reversed.

"Think they all sound like a shiny idea. Could even invite other departments in, make it ship-wide."

"I'm sure you'll have more than enough people roped in before we can blink," Billy points out.

"So...uh, I'll leave you to that?" He's looking for a way to duck out and force himself into a pleasant oblivion where he can forget this ever happened.

"Start plannin' it as soon as I get back to the ship."

It's a bit obvious, his trying for an escape route, so Kaylee gives him a light tap on the arm. "You go be superman and keep doin' what you're doin'." She grins, spins around, and heads back out of the room.

"I'll keep an eye out."

That woman always knows. He blinks, rubs his arm, and promptly retreats with a slight smile on his face.

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