(A/N: Deviation from prompt - Not really dancing much.)
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"Having the time of your life, dancing between your fictional crushes in the club."
"Childe, I don't wanna! You know these kinds of things cause me a headache." You protested as the ginger dragged you into the club.
"Oh, come on, (Y/N). It will be fun!" He grinned evilly, pushing you into the chaos of the crowded room.
"You are the bane of my existence, Harbinger." you growled, the uncomfortable sensation of reverberating music enveloping you not long after entering.
"You're looking at me like I'm the bad guy. I'm not the villain here, you just don't know how to have fun." Childe retorted with a smirk.
You shot him the deadliest glare you could muster, all of your frustrations with the man written on your face.
"Ok, fiiine. I miiight be the bad guy. But my statement still stands. You're a party pooper. Try to have fun, pleaseee." He begged with the most innocent look you've ever seen him make.
You shook your head with a sigh, "Fine. But you're not leaving my sight. I'm not going to drag you back home when you inevitably get plastered."
"You don't have to chaperone me, (Y/N). I'll be fine!" he argued grumpily.
"Oh really, so I won't have to worry about your drunk ass trying and failing to get in my pants?" you reminded with a smirk. Drunk Childe meant no filter Childe and you oh so enjoyed his hilarious attempts to flirt with any street lamp he encountered. But it was hard to get him home that way.
A faint layer of blush bloomed on his face at the mention of one of his more embarrassing moments, "We don't talk about that!" he pouted, 'I would have totally been successful if I was sober.'
"I will hold onto that forever. It's excellent blackmail." you smirked, "Now go pester someone else before I bash your stupid face into the wall."
He snorted, "As if you could do that." his confident smirk faltering when you stepped closer, "Ok! Ok! I'm going!"
You tried to contain your laughter as he scrambled to join the crowd in the senseless flaying they called dancing. Now with him out of your hair, you scanned the room for something to do, a particular brunette drawing your attention.
"Didn't expect to run into you here, Zhongli." You noted, taking a seat in the chair opposite to him. He was sipping on some wine, observing the party goers, "Looking for some drunkards to sign a contract with the devil?"
"I would never stoop to such level. I have enough integrity to not take advantage of intoxicated people." he answered your question with the utmost seriousness, "I was simply interested in experiencing the atmosphere 'clubbing' offered. Venti recommended it, saying I should and I quote 'Get out of that stuffy office of yours.'"
You suppressed a smile. You could definitely see the bard saying something like that.
"Now that you know my reason for being here, may I inquire about yours?"
"Childe dragged me here under the guise of 'fun', knowing I would instantly refuse if he explained further." you sighed.
"So you don't consider such an outing enjoyable? So far I must agree." he nodded, taking a sip of his drink of choice, "One thing Venti was right about though, is that the alcohol served here has quite a pleasant taste."
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