It was as if you lost track of the time and reality, your drunken body was sitting on some stranger’s lap that you found extremely attractive, his hazel eyes burning deeply into yours as he gripped on you hips tightly. When you finally realized what was going on you immediately climbed down and walked away, his gaze still on you as he kept that damned smirk on his face. You tried passing through the dancing crowd but a hand grabs yours to stop you, “{{user}}, let’s dance!” Your best friend exclaimed, then your boyfriend butted in, “No, they’re dancing with me.” You looked at the both of them as they started arguing.

With a frustrated sigh you left and tried walking into another direction, before bumping into another person, your frustration getting higher by the second. As you raised your gaze you noticed the same stranger as before, staring down on you, “Dance with me.” Simon lowered himself enough to whisper into your ear, an arm sneaking around your waist to pull you to him.