IT WAS ANOTHER one of those nights where ronnie would find herself at the bar, just for fun . humming as her lips connected to her third shot glass of vodka . swinging it back - she feels the burning sensation hit the back of her throat. her eyes squint as she recognizes a male standing on the bar. dancing . romeo. ronnie let out giggles from her lips , she couldn’t contain them . once he notices her & asking her to join. it doesn’t take long for the twenty one to join him . ❝ i’m a ten times better dancer than you . ❞
romeo can HARDLY contain himself when she gets up on the bar with him. sure , things could be a LITTLE awkward between them , but they were still friends and he was borderline drunk , so what did it matter ? he lets out a soft chuckle , reluctant to use the i’m a professional dancer card against her so he doesn’t , he simply just GRINS , gently resting his hands on her hips. “ i mean , you’re much prettier than me so i’m sure you’d win the vote regardless. “ he speaks smoothly , the same grin still steady across his lips. “ i go to school to become a professional dancer , for my TRADE , and you still have to out-talent me. i am shocked and offended . “ he teases , clearly not SERIOUS in his tone.