Gold Dust

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Roxanne tries to remember if she can dance. Spoiler alert: Yes, she can.

(Ao3 Linkage) (Rated M for Sexy Dancing) 


It’s been…a good day. Lately, Roxanne has been having more Good Days. She’s limited her mom to one call a week (no more planning for an imaginary wedding), her boss has finally agreed to the promotion and raise, her friend Fi from college is due to arrive in Metro City in a few days and, finally, she’s managed to convince Metro Man to drop the stupid charade and officially announce that they aren’t a couple.

She’s been wearing him down for months, and she finally managed to break through to him yesterday afternoon during one of their weekly catch ups in a little bar near the edge of town. No more faking it for the cameras, no more unpleasant questions, no more eternal single-dom. After she had listed the benefits of their new arrangement, Metro Man had added one of his own, curled it into a question:

“No more kidnappings?”

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