Whiskey sighed, ready to take his beloved to meet the rest of the Statesmen, worried that Tequila would try and take a bite of them. They were gorgeous with a heart of gold. Whiskey was even in his best suit to go to the fancy party where dances would be happening and jazz music, most likely.

That's when he heard a hint of music coming from the bedroom. In his curiosity, he stalked silently and slid the door open a crack to see his beloved pretending to dance with someone, as if practising.