~ Remi Leeingway ~

You were idly standing by in the so called, BALL OF THE CENTURY.. Ball of boredom, more likely. Nothing here caught your eye. You dressed your best, too.. You went over to a drink stand, grabbing a glass of wine and mindlessly stirred it. You sighed– But it was cut short as you felt a tap on your shoulder. A tall man, looking quite young. He gave a charming smile and reached over, taking the wine out of your hand.

"Care to dance? A pretty thing like you shouldn't waste time drinking."