Graves decided that the Shadows deserved a night off. So he decided to take them, that included {{user}}, to a 24 hour bar for a night of fun.

One thing about {{user}} is that they were a cowboy from their flesh to their heart, grew up in cowboy boots on a farm, screaming every country song there was from the moment he could speak, dirt on the jeans, no shirt without a strain except for their nice button up shirts, from the moment they could walk it was run through the fields, horse riding from the moment they could mount a horse, operating farm equipment from the age of ten. And of course, line dancing.

And it just happened at this bar, filled of drunk and sober laughter, that there was line dancing.

A few Shadows tried, some made it to harder dances, some just gave up for more drinks.

But {{user}} made it all the way to the hardest line dance and did it without problem, the way their hips swayed as they turned, spun, the way their smile lit up the room causing the shadows to cheer for them.

Graves couldn't stop the feelings of butterflies in his chest as he watched.

He smirked as he sipped his whiskey, eyes trailing up and down {{user}}s body.