*backdated to Saturday the 24th*

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Theme nights on Saturdays at the club made bouncing all the more interesting. Not that she had much to complain about, it was something to do and she got to listen to some nice music while doing it.  

The job wasn't nearly as stressful as some of her others, but somehow her hair was still a little messy even held back in a tail. She stretched her legs and she collected the bag containing her dress from the ball, kept in the back for safe keeping.  Due to the distance, she was compelled to change from the dress to her uniform in one of the dressing rooms of the second floor-an act that made Sonya glad that she wasn't so modest about such things.

She promised Scorpion they'd meet after the club closed for the night, and he finished helping Jane clean up. Why Sonya promised in the first place, she knew that well enough: she was only at the ball for an hour or so, and after all the time teaching Scorpion to dance and only to rush things. But why she felt guilty in the first place, and why she seemed to blush afterwards, was what she'd like to know for herself. Yes, she was being honest with Webster when she said it was nice to have someone who seemed to understand where she was coming from, but that wasn't enough to really mean anything beyond comradeship.

She shook her head  and stepped outside the club: she was probably just making a big deal out of nothing. It felt good talking to him, that's all.

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Sonya reached over and gave his shoulder a tight squeeze.

"Save your anger. It's useless now." She said. "It's well meant, but does nothing."

She nodded. "But then, Shang Tsung truly didn't expect us to live through the tournament, let alone retaliate. He even told me that it was only 'after' I survived the tournament that he took interest."

"Still, it may've not been him. It would be fitting with his nature to decieve you and lead you on, but we have no evidence, no theories except that it had to be a sorcerer, and as you said 'there are others'."

She looked up. The sky was a little cloudy, but Sonya could catch a glimpse of the moon.

"It's late, and will be dawn in four or five hours..." She paused, aware of what she was asking. "If you want to spend the night here, we could talk a little more, see if we could find anything else." Sonya looked at him. "To sleep, nothing more."

Really, they're adults, they should be able to handle one night.

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He nodded. He was perfectly fine spending a night in Sonya's hut. He also appreciated her statement of her expectations. It made things easier. But still, it was a subtle step closer. One that he was willing to accept.

"That sounds fine. We should get some rest."