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Nik stood with his back against the wall, looking out at the dance floor. This wasn't exactly the kind of scene he usually found himself at. In fact, he was beginning to regret coming out. He would have preferred just staying in and watching a film. But here he was: a minor all alone in a club. He tapped his foot along to the music as he scanned the tables and booths for anyone he could possibly recognize. Elijah certainly knew how to have a good time, so Nik figured he could just stick with him for the night.

His eyes nearly glossed over a few familiar faces. He tilted his head slightly as his eyes locked on a booth with a few of his friends sitting in it. Most importantly, his eyes locked on a familiar redhead. A small smile unconsciously spread across his lips as he saw her carrying a few margaritas over. He figured he could walk over and say hello... but he couldn't get his feet to move. They seemed to be having a "Girl's Night Out," and Nik was certainly not bold enough to intrude on that. So he sighed and pushed himself out onto the dance floor, bobbing his head and jumping about at the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=at3FPJaAwoY&index=5&list=RDVsy1URDYK88]upbeat music[/url] pumping through the speakers.

Within moments, Nik lost himself in the music. He was able to dance among the strangers with relative ease, and no one seemed to notice him. He was practically a red beacon dancing among the crowd, his bold fashion choice somewhat jarring for the dance floor. But for just a few, fleeting moments... he couldn't give a shit. The song played on, and he kept dancing. It was just that simple.