Anuion heared someone saying that the party was dull at the moment. What did they know? This party was already at his best. Aman was sipping her drink and glanced at the dancefloor a little. Anuion's heart skipped. He did admit he took a lot of dancing lessons when he heared about Aman going with him, but it was still scaring him to death. He would rather have to fight Pio's Wargs. Although they did not seem to give much of a threat with those nice decoratioins. Anuion sniggered at the Wargs who showed them their teeth. Anuion just smiled at them and sat himself closer to Aman, who had ran out of liquid.
"How about a little dance then?" He asked while going as red as Aman's hair.
She smiled back and waved her scarlet red hair. With an evil look on her face she grabbed Anuion's wrist, faced him very close and whispered: "Let's get it on elf boy. Let's see if you have swing."
Anuion allowed her to guide him to the dancefloor. They danced a little on the music from the band. Anuion understood why people found it a tincy bincy boring. He trew a tape to the DJ. After the song was done, the DJ inserted the tape and the flowing Mambo Nr. 5 bashed out of the boxes.
Anuion had practised hard on the steps. He grapped her on the hip and ran her arround the floor. He did not care for the others. He hardly crashed into another pare. He waved by and in the near accident he cought a glimp of Cuthalion. He waved along the floor with Aman in his footsteps. GOD! Did he love dancing.
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