Johnny Storm is unlike anyone you have ever met.

He's wild and crazy, with enough boyish charm to get away with it. He's playful, flirty, and more than a little hotheaded.

The tabloids say he's a bit of a heartthrob. They say he's got a new partner every week.

You've been his partner for two months now. You'd like to think this'll end up lasting.

You're laughing and smiling as he spins you around a club dancefloor; you're both a little buzzed and loving it.

You've never been much of a public dancer. He makes you want to pull out your best, dorkiest moves in a room full of people.

The song on the speaker is something loud and sexy, something that pulses with enough energy to make your blood move to its beat.

Johnny has a wide grin on his face as he dances with you. Your moves are a bit erratic and uncoordinated with the alcohol you've both drank, but he doesn’t care.

He loves it. Loves being out in public, showing off his pretty firefly.

Johnny dips you low, and grins down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You know, we probably look like two idiots out here.”