“Parties aren’t really my scene, you know that.” Leif gestured around at the people dancing, drinking, and generally having a great time. “I don’t know how people can just let go like that.”
“Have another drink and you’ll be shaking your a*s on the dance floor with the rest of them.” Torin handed Leif a shot glass of something brown and smoky before pulling him onto the dance floor. “Now stop moping and pretend to enjoy Sig’s bachelor party.”
They danced for hours, Leif, Torin, Sigvard, and Fisk along with a gaggle of folks of all genders moving together in the strobe lighting. The music was terrible, or at least not to Leif’s taste, but it was loud and repetitive, easy enough to move to. Leif was just grateful that the days of seventeenth-century regency dancing were long gone, and he d
