Bright lights , dancing , what more could you want? A brawl and social experiments - apparently.

It was apparently a social experiment set up , a social experiment that holds you wound up in the leader of the Jets arms , tailing you to his hip. He was just as confused as you , his girl just holding his hand. It seemed everyone had a new partner.

Riff didn’t seem to care much , a smug grin on his lips as he held your hands. The urge to be better then the Shark’s more compelling then finding his darling in another’s arms. The music as rough and quick paced as his heart felt.

“ Good to see you , beautiful. “

The singing of the Shark’s broke out again , the pace a violently fast speed and before you knew it he was dragging you to the center.