Working out with Jemma.

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{{From here}}

Jay is hanging out in the bar early in the morning. Well, early for him. He's dressed in sweats and running shoes, waiting for Jemma.

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That earns a startled laugh - oh God. Hill would murder her. In full view of the Bar. And get away with it.

"Er. Not directly. Maybe Bar can provide a... shareable version." Non-disclosure isn't even the half of it.

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Jay gives her a gentle nudge. "Redact whatever you need to redact. I'm not gunna pry. I just want to help."

He holds a hand out to her as he bounces to his feet. "Alright, lets try some evasive footwork." He gives her a deep and playful bow, putting on a very good, polished English accent. "Miss Jemma, may I have this dance?"

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She takes the offered hand up - she's not bouncing, not after yesterday and then a run today.

"I do believe my dance card is perfectly free." She replies in kind, pulling a very good curtsy once she's found her feet.

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Jay laughs warmly and shows her a series of evasive footwork katas. After a second of playing with his mp3 player, he pulls up a song with the right rhythm to turn them into a salsa. He stands next to her as they repeat the steps over and over, creating muscle memory pathways.

[protect_and_survey]

((OOC: Fade there? Jemma is going to be the most sore tomorrow.))

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{ooc: works for me. Thanks, that was fun.}

[protect_and_survey]

(OOC: Do you want to post this in, or shall I?)

[runningred]

{ooc: Would you care to? After all, it was for Jemma. Jay just wants to help. He's gotten very fond of her, any maybe a little protective.}

[protect_and_survey]

(OOC: No prob. And Jemma needs all the help she can get. :D)