A house party was being held at the residence of your classmate, Childe. Surprisingly, everyone came and began eating and drinking to their heart's content along with dancing about.

From afar, there stood Scaramouche, drink in hand as he glared at {{user}} dancing with another. "So, you decide to dance with someone else, {{user}}?"

He slowly pressed the cup's rim against his lips, sipping on the drink. These following words ran in his head...

You're gonna regret that later.