[For Bay] 'Cuz he's Mr. Brightside

[alphomega]

It was the middle of the night, and Scott was hungry. This wasn't exactly a rare occurrence, and by now he was comfortable enough at Bay and Daphne's to gently disentangle himself from a sleeping Bay and creep out to the kitchen.

His eyes glowed a brilliant red as he used his werewolf eyesight to maneuver the kitchen without turning on any lights, getting the ingredients for a peanut butter sandwich (or three, more likely three) out. As he started to make his snack, he caught the strains of music playing in another apartment. It was an older song, but he always enjoyed hearing songs by actual bands he'd heard of back home, rather than yet another Tiffany Charlotte song.

Besides, it had a nice beat, and he paused, butter knife in hand, and focused on the music until it was playing in the same room. At first, he just bobbed his head along to the beat, but it wasn't long before he started dancing around the kitchen. No one would ever call him a good dancer, but he wasn't awful, and anyway, there was no one to see him here. Everyone else in the apartment was sound asleep, so he truly could dance like no one was watching, singing along under his breath when it got to the parts of the song he actually knew the words to.

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[neither_a_nor_b]

Bay did sleep through Scott moving, only to have one of those falling dreams that sent her jolting back into her own body, awake. Startled, Bay sat up and blinked in confusion before realizing that she'd been dreaming. Too awake to just lie down, she slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen where she almost certainly would find Scott.

And find him she did. Scott, with his back to her, shaking his hips and dancing to music she couldn't hear. It looked pretty ridiculous and Bay didn't bother to hide a soft giggle of laughter.

"You never told me about your talent for dancing."

[alphomega]

With his supernatural hearing tuned into the neighboring apartment, Bay's words sounded like a shout in his ear, drawing a yelp of shock and pain from him as he whirled. "You--why aren't you sleeping?" he said almost accusingly, as the music only he could hear faded back into the background, the red shine in his eyes fading and blinking out.

[neither_a_nor_b]

Bay was about to remind him that people were sleeping before her waking brain reminded her that that really wasn't a problem. "I dreamed I was going down a slide, when I hit the bottom...one of those sleep twitches, you know?" There was a word for them, properly, but she was already getting too drowsy again to remember it.

"And then you were dancing around in your underpants."

[alphomega]

Scott blushed a little, leaning against the counter and holding out a hand to Bay. "Yeah, one of the neighbors has music on, and--I don't know, I thought no one was watching, so..." He chuckled a little and shrugged. "I didn't think your body would pick the exact wrong moment--or right moment, whatever--to catch me in the act."

[neither_a_nor_b]

"My money is on it being the right time," Bay said, taking his hand and spinning in until her back pressed against his chest. "You've got some suave moves, McCall."

[alphomega]

Scott wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her hair. "I...can't tell if you're making fun of me right now or not," he said with a chuckle. He didn't much care either way, though, because Bay was in his arms.

Of course, there was still the matter of what he came out here to do in the first place, dancing aside. "Hey, do you want a peanut butter sandwich?"

[neither_a_nor_b]

Bay laughed and snuggled in, twisting around and giving him a kiss. "Mmm, three in the morning peanut butter and dancing boyfriend. What more can a girl need?" There were so many things that seemed uncertain, but in the wee hours of the morning like this, they all felt surmountable.

"Glass of milk?"

[alphomega]

Scott ducked his head, still a little embarrassed at having been caught dancing like no one was watching. "Yeah, definitely. How can you eat a peanut butter sandwich without milk?" He pulled out a loaf of bread and started cutting slices off, thinking how nice it was hanging around the house of a baker. Homemade bread was far superior to storebought, after all.

"What's your poison?" he asked as he started smearing peanut butter onto the slices. "Jam? Honey? Or are you going for pure PB?"

[neither_a_nor_b]

"I think that when it's this late at night, it's got to be peanut butter and banana," Bay said. She tore a banana off the hook and sidled over to him, cutting it into slices on the counter next to Scott. "I'd say bacon too, but Daphne would smell it cooking and wake up."

[alphomega]

"Peanut butter and banana works for me," Scott agreed easily. "Would she really? I mean, I know bacon would wake me up, but that's because I'd want to eat some," he remarked with a grin.

[neither_a_nor_b]

"She's got super senses of her own, remember?" Bay tapped his nose. And even if Daphne didn't notice, Milo would have. It was his job to make sure cooking smells didn't mean fire, among other things.