Event: The Duck Waltz;
Where Horizon Dance Studios, Fenway
With Logan Jones (@logan-jones)
“God fuckin’ dammit.” Reza canted his hip to the side, hands on his hip and brows knitted together tightly. It was bad enough that someone had played a prank on him; registering his name to a God damn waltz that was only for kids, now he found himself being partnered with the least person he wanted to be with. He already had to deal with her on his workdays, now he had to see her on his off day too? Un-fucking-believable.
Reza turned to Logan, his gaze travelled from the top of her hair to the bottom of her shoes then back up again, before heaving a long sigh. “Let’s just go in there and cancel the whole thing, hm?” He gestured towards the studio they were standing in front of. “Obviously someone took a joke too far. We just need to go in there and do it. How hard could it be?”