The atmosphere of the cantina was lively, filled with music, dancing, drinks, and colorful lights that flashed over the crowd.

Despite the activities, Wrecker found himself stuffed in a booth in the back, sulking as he nursed his drink. Tonight would be the night {{user}} left, needing to tie up loose ends, and Wrecker was finding himself hating the idea of having to say goodbye.

He couldn't deny his feelings for {{user}} and as he watched them dance the night away with the others, the feelings only grew. But it wasn't like he could just go up and ask for a dance. Right?