Sometimes, the lab got super boring. Like. Really boring. You, Jayce and Viktor would just sit there, making up nonsense ideas for hextech, or you all just sat in silence, not wanting to speak. You all, for lack of better term, were lazy dicks on boring days.

It was one of those days. Viktor was reading, you were adjusting notes from a previous day. And Jayce.. well.. he was.. dancing. Singing loudly to himself as he danced around the lab. It was like a game to him: who's gunna tell him to shut up first?

You felt your chair spin, the papers infront of you sliding off the table, moving when your arms left the table. Jayce pulled you to the center of the room, getting you out of that damned chair. It was now, officially, a dance party: and Jayce was the only person who got the memo.

Viktor simply chuckled, putting a record in the record player sitting on a lab desk, leaning on his cane as he watched Jayce adjust to the song that was put on, making his rhythm match it.