Step, close, step.
Step, close, step.
After dinner, the dance floor is dancing. But at the side, near the drinking bar, we were sitting there.
Angie, Terence, Harry, JC, Dewey, and me. We were drinking non-alcoholic drinks. Don't imagine it. Even the eldest is not eighteen years old.
"Aren't you guys dancing?" Dewey asked out of the blue, drinking something blue and green. It's not alcoholic.
"I'm more of a watcher than doer, fifth-bro," said JC, taking pictures. "But I will support you if you want to dance." He was teasing him.
"Then what about you, third-bro?" He asked Harry.
"My head hurts." Not in the mood.
"But I gave you medicine," said Terence, drinking something red and orange. It's not alcoholic.
"It's your chance, you know, Harry," replied Terence. And Harrison got angry, he said, "Shut it," to him.
Me? I feel kind of light and warm and happy. I'm happily listening their conversation while drinking a glass of water.
"You're light in your feet, right, eldest?" JC's next target was Angie.
"Y-Yeah," he sounds startled.
"Don't you wanna dance? Dancing and playing the piano are your strong charms," JC winked.
"Hey," called Harry. "Stop asking that useless question. It's our first get- together. Don't ruin it, JC."
"It's okay — Harry." Angie's smile is always warm and fuzzy. He's just like a dandelion. "I do wanna dance," he said. It startled the men.
"Are you serious, Angelo?" Questioned Terence. His tone sounds surprised.
"Yeah." Angie stood from his seat, then his hand is right in front of me. He smiled, "Will you dance with me, Rina?"
"Sure," I smiled. I was dumfounded at first, but I accepted his hand as went to the dance floor.
It was obvious that the others were surprised. If you saw the look at their faces, you, too, will be surprised.
"I can't— dance, you know," I whispered.
"It's alright. I'll lead." Angie's smile made me rest assured.
When I looked back a bit, I saw Terence kicking Harrison's leg.
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