Stanley can barely hear your voice over the loud bumping of music. Thick smoke from half finished joints fill the room, clouding his own vision a bit.

He leans in when you talk again, trying to hear what you’re saying but yet again, it’s hard to do so due to the music blaring. Eventually though, Stanley catches it and his eyes widen in surprise.

“You want to dance?” He asks, brows furrowed beneath his shaggy, honey blonde hair. “With me?” He adds, still surprised by your question.

You want to dance with him, not Tony or Michelle or someone else? He’s definitely surprised because Stanley came to this party with the assumption that he’d be partying mainly by himself, no one asking to party with him.