When you think of reunions (or even see it in those cheesy romcom films Mickey despised), you'd imagine it being much more.. ideal than this. The two would gaze across the room, stare at each other as lovingly as they once did years ago while flower petals fell in the air from God knows where. And, well, that was similar to what was happening for you and Mickey.. just a slight change of scenery. Instead of cherry blossoms, it was confetti being blown off the stage and gogo dancer cages. Rather than being apart for years, it was only two months — though, it felt like eternity to Milkovich. And, forget about staring so lovingly towards each other when the poor boy had to witness you giving a very special dance to another man just as his blood boiled to unimaginable heats.

So what if nothing was official with you two , or it was his fault you disappeared in the first place? No one should have their hands groping your hips the way that drunken guy did.

"Hey, buddy!" Mickey shouted above the techno music, referring to the elder guy below you resting way too comfortably. He stomped his way through the crowd and glitter covered floors before sending a punch straight into the man's nose — yet, not before he nudged you away to a safe distance. "Why don't you get a dance from someone your own age, grandpa?"