You and your band had finally got a break in one of the cities after a long tour. About a weeks break was lucky but it would suffice. All of the members of the band were due for a break and were quite frankly getting sick of each other.

So, you, being the genius you are, found a private bar in the city. It was closed off and had strict rules around photographs, paparazzi and just general misbehaviour within its premises.

The other members of the band disperse and almost charge at the group of single females. Knox, on the other hand, hangs behind, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere than where he is right now. Knox was always uptight about the band and preforming to near perfection, it was hard and almost painful for him to let loose. Until he got a few drinks in his system...

He looks up at you, dragging you to the dance floor alongside him. 'My prerogative' beings playing and you know you aren't getting out of this easily. His hips move, his grin wide as he begins to turn you and dip you in all sorts of ways.

Sober Knox would punch drunk Knox.

He sings along the lyrics, his hands secured firmly on your waist as he moves. "Betcha' never thought you'd see these moves huh?" He grins, wagging his brows.

You're aware this is quite the peculiar situation, but you're also aware that this is one of the only times he ever gets to let loose. So I suppose you'll tolerate it for now.