Strobe lights flashed over the dance floor in the middle of the room. Music was blasting over the din of people talking and drinking after their hard day of work. A young spiky haired man sat looking it over as he sipped his beer. He laughed at something his friend said without looking away from the dancers.

"Hey Gav, try this." Geoff slid him a shot as he sat next to Griffon putting his arm around her.

Gavin grinned and knocked it back. Then proceeded to gag. "What the -cough- bloody hell was that?" Looking down at the concoction's glass, he made a face as if it had failed him. His face scrunched up as the bitter after taste hit him.

Geoff chuckled at his friend's misery. "I have no fucking clue. It was something Patrick mixed up."

Gavin chugged his beer trying to get rid of the revolting taste. "You're an asshole."

"Well, I wasn't going to drink it without knowing if it would kill me." He reached across the table and messed up the Brit's hair even more. "Thanks, buddy." Whacking the hand away, Gavin got up and headed towards the bar.

"Where you going?" Geoff yelled after him.

"I need something to cleanse my pallet."

"Get me something to," he held up his empty cup.

"Nope." Gavin replied popping the p.

Geoff grinned. "Looks like the bitch has learned to bark."

Getting his shot of... something -he did not care as long as it tasted good- he tossed his head back and knocked it down. Setting the glass back down, he started towards the dance floor. He pushed people out of his way towards where he had glimpsed Miles.

Finally at the opposite side of the room, he was surprised to see writer by himself.

"Hey!" Miles clamped his arm around the Brit's shoulders, "what's up?"

Looking around Gavin asked, "didn't you come here with Arryn?"

"Yeah." He gestured with his head to the sleeping figure in the booth behind him. "She had a little too much to drink. Did you come with anyone?"

"Nah."

Miles looked skeptical. "Really? A good lookin' guy like yourself has no date? Want Arryn to hook you up?"

Snorting he replied, "no way. I don't do blind dates."

Taking a sip of his beer he nodded. "That's right, you can't even ask a girl out without being completely hammered." Before Gavin could defend himself, Miles phone went off from a text. "Looks like my rides here."

Gavin helped Miles get his drunk girlfriend up so he could drag her to the car.

He looked around trying to find someone else to talk to. Spotting Monty dancing he headed over.

"Sup, Monty."

"Hey, you gonna dance?" The animator just kept doing his thing without missing a beat. It was almost like he was a robot.

Laughing he replied, "no way, I would look like a complete pleb. I don't know how to dance."

Actually stopping, Monty turned towards Gavin. "It's easy. Just move your hips," he put his hands on the other's hips and made them sway. Gavin's face flushed at the contact.

" I'm fine, really. There is no way I could keep with this pace." He tried removing the Asian's hands when the fast paced pop song abruptly changed to a slow song that a couple had requested. With the change Monty pulled him closer until their chests were touching. Then, he moved Gavin's hands so they were around his neck and put his own back to their original place on the Brit's waist.

"This better?" They started swaying back and forth to the sappy love song.

Gavin's hid his burning face into Monty's shoulder and mumbled back, "I guess."

The animator leaned forward until Gavin could feel his warm breath on his ear. "If I had a boner for you, it's really trying right now."

A/N: Yes the entire story was based of that last line. If you want a specific pairing or have a prompt just write a review or pm me.