Ratchet felt the pounding music in his chest, shaking him to his core while his overly strong and overpriced drink stung his nostrils as he held it near his mouth, almost forgotten while he stared out towards the dance floor.

It was there that his attention was focused, though not on a group but a single person. A lombax female who he'd come with on a casual date, her suggestion that he'd agreed to after some convincing. He had never been one for clubs after all, crowds and their eyes always resting on him.

Right now he couldn't care less though. About his drink, the music, the crowd and their stares. The world could be ending around him and he wouldn't bat an eye at it for fear of missing a single moment as Rivet danced.

It sounded simple, and on the surface it was. She was just dancing, nothing really special about it.

Unless you were him that is.

Then the thing that was special was her.

She had come with him in more casual attire, a tight fitting sleeveless top with a deep blue stripe down the front that matched her equally tight fitting pants. The blue stripe was flanked on either side by silver material that shone like the disco ball she was strutting her stuff under. Her top featured a window to the soft fur of her chest, offering a titillating view. Her bare midriff just below that drew his eyes down, watching her visible abs flex and stretch as she moved to and fro.

Then his eyes were ripped from that delightful view for a more hypnotizing one. She spun in place, that bushy and freshly brushed tail whipping by, swishing and flicking with joy. The white and blue stripes danced along with her, holding his attention as a delighted captive. It made every movement of her hips seem exaggerated and sweeping.

All of those things paled in comparison to the shining sun that was her face though. The radiant smile that graced her face was near blinding. Her eyes practically glowed blue, putting deep oceans and clear skies to shame.

He was dumbfounded, unable to excavate his jaw from the floor beneath him if it saved his life. Never before had a single person been so able to hold his attention with such a simple act. And damn was she good at it.

Rivet could feel Ratchet's eyes on her, drifting to every bit of exposed fur and lovely curve she had. His gaze had a tendency to make her nervous or flattered, but right now it made her feel powerful. She was his world, she could see it in his eyes as she flashed him a pearly smile, and she was going to use that to her full advantage. She knew her every move on a normal day captivated him, so the chance to double down? She couldn't resist.

The music took her again, the beat washing over her like a wave. She submerged herself in it, letting it carry and drive her movements as she jumped and spun. She landed on her hands and spun her weight around as easily as she did with her hammer. Launching back up, she flipped and spun again in midair, laughing like a little kid all the way.

Even when she wasn't dancing for someone it always did this to her. Only in a fight did she feel more alive than this, feel more free. Like she could forget everything she had to remember for even just a moment in favor of this momentary rush.

When she landed with another flair and twirl, she looked back over at her date. By now he had dropped the drink that had been hovering at his lips for several minutes, though he didn't seem to notice as his trousers soaked through with the overpriced booze. She giggled, her smile growing all the more.

Seeing how much he liked it, dancing suddenly got a whole lot more fun