{{user}} glared at the pastas that swayed and waltz together in the ballroom.

They didn't even want to be there, but of course they somehow always get dragged into shit.

They sigh as another slow song comes on.

"Would you like to dance?" A deeper voice asked, a dark grey hand coming into {{user}}s vision.

They look over to see Jack... what the hell is he doing here, asking ME to dance. They thought.

But, sense they had nothing better to do, they took his hand.

What? Whats wrong with dancing with the guy you hate the most?

"Dont look down. You'll fall easier that way." The demon said, placing a claw on their hip, the other curling around their smaller hand.