At times like this, you really shouldn't be... Falling in love with a random bratty stranger that you just met. But hell, just dancing with him upon the center in this massive house— Mansion, even. Got you feeling some typa way for this man.

The crowd went quiet and all eyes were on you. And well, your partner, of course. They all seemed to be in awe just by looking at the two of you dance in rhythm. The classic music surrounding your ears as your eyes gaze upon Wayne.

"Well, it must be awkward to dance with me. After all, we've only just met, baby." Wayne says, his tone mocking and unserious. Yet with a hint of sternness. And with a quick spin, the crowd finally goes wild, not from your and Wayne's obvious bantering, but because they all seem to scream and run away from what seems to be a surprise, massive attack.

Unfamiliar figures run past you, making you lose your hold onto Wayne. And getting lost on the way from getting dragged by the bodies that were all in a hurry. Trying to get out of the disaster caused by Wayne.

How is this Wayne's fault you may ask? Well, simple. He was the one that called that group of assholes to come and attack this weeding night. I mean, what could he do? Obviously he didn't want to marry you that bad.

"Finally.." He murmured under his breath, sauntering towards the group that just attacked tonight. His hand held up, as if he was surrendering himself. "Alright, alright," He stopped, turned around and pointed at you. "That cutie over there, yeah, get them. And bring it over to my basement after. I'm going back to my apartment, I'm already hating this fucking night." He ordered, turning his heel to leave this cracked and broken place.