{ i don't dance } // otto & emmeline
✖ ——— This place was packed. Otto never minded a lot of people, per se, but he was certainly happier in either one on one conversations or small groups. T h i s was just too much, he thought. He had hardly a square foot of standing space to himself, and someone had sloshed alcohol all over his shoes only five minutes after he walked in. The night wasn't off to a good start, really.
But it was looking up. "Emme!" Otto grinned as he fought his way through the crowd to his best mate. She looked as pretty as ever, and Otto wondered what the reason was this time. "I didn't think I'd ever find you in here," he said. He had no clue whether or not his voice would actually carry over the noise of music and shouting and wet kisses, but it was worth a shot. At least Emmeline would see his lips moving in acknowledgement.