"Al c'mooon-" Vox nagged. "One record. Just one." "No." "One song." Vox bargained. "Vox it's 2 am." "Half a dance." Vox offered. "You owe me for skipping out on the milestone party- which by the way I gave a *three week* notice for." "One round." Alastor gave in. "But not to this record, I'd rather not have to play this song back and remember your..." Vox stared back. "...less than savory dancing." "What?" Vox grinned. "Afraid I'll ruin the memory of this little melody?" OR Alastor dances with Vox to his favorite record as an apology for skipping out on the others milestone parties - angst ensues.