One thing you loved about this city was how much opportunity could be found within its blocks.

Unfortunately, 'opportunity' for a guy during a Friday night dance was playing grab ass with random girls they got out on the floor. Tonight, much like every other night, you were not in the mood.

So you were running your routine, pulling away with an excuse. Only this guy seemed to be the persistent type, starting to follow you across the floor. Goddamn nightmare.

Navigating a sea of coordinated bodies twirling and stepping was hard enough without having to look over your shoulder to see if you're still being pursued. That's how you found yourself bumping into someone, hard.

You could see the beginnings of a complaint on his lips, but the opportunity had presented itself and there was no chance you'd allow Asshole Number Four to catch up to you and actually have a conversation. So you grabbed his hands and put them on your hips before linking your own wrists behind his head.

"You know you could've just asked for a dance, girlygirl." When you let yourself stop looking over your shoulder, you could finally see who you'd actually accosted. Not anyone you knew, thank God, but he didn't seem too upset about the situation either.