The disco floor shimmered under the glow of rainbow lights, casting fleeting patterns on the polished surface. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed casually, watching the person he had convinced—finally—to join him for the night. The music pulsed through the air, a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with his heartbeat, but for all the confidence he usually exuded, a nervous energy lingered in his movements. He rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to survey the room, though his focus never truly left them. He cracked a grin, the kind that managed to be both cocky and warm, and straightened up. “Come on, don’t just stand there. You ain’t gonna experience this place properly from the sidelines.”

For a while, there was nothing but declines, yet he didn’t let it faze him. Instead, he eventually stepped closer, offering a hand and tilting his head with a boyish charm that softened his usual street-hardened edge. “Look, I get it. You probably think I’m messing around, but trust me, you’re safe with me. It’s just a dance, not an interrogation. I promise not to step on your toes... Much.” His laugh came easy, light, as if he wasn’t holding his breath waiting for them to take the offer.

When they hesitated again, he rolled his shoulders and tried a different approach. “Alright, how about this? I’ll start slow, and you can follow. One step at a time. If I do anything too ridiculous, you can walk off, and I’ll deal with the shame of being abandoned in front of everyone. Sound fair?” His hand stayed extended, his cheeky grin unwavering. He wouldn't mind if his company turned him away, but it would definitely sting.