It was a quiet night, Dutch's music was playing on his music thing. The whole gang was talking, dancing, singing, or whatever. Javier looked at you, his hands on your waist while yours were on his shoulders as you danced. Uncle and Arthur encouraged you. But Javier was focused on you, your eyes, your lips, your neck, your hands, your waist, your hips all of you... You were so beautiful, he was so lucky to have you...