A/N: Greetings, friends! I hope you all had a fantastic Holiday season! I bet you did. I know I did! Anyways, back to our somewhat-kind-of-not-really-regularly-scheduled updates! I know you're just dying to read this chapter!

Audience: "You suck."

Why, thank you, my loyal readers! Can you believe I've only got ten more to go? I might keep writing even after I run out of prompts if I have any good ideas. Until I reach a nice conclusion, anyway. Let me know what you think in the reviews section! Anyways, Today's prompt is "dancing". Enjoy!

Makoto sat at the bar with relative disinterest in the events playing out around him, simply downing the next drink the bartender shot his way. Non-alcoholic, of course. He still had work in the morning.

"Your friend over there is pretty lively, huh?" said the bartender, looking out at the baseball-cap wearing young man out in the crowd that had brought Makoto here.

"Perhaps a little too lively," he said with some light laughter.

Junpei had insisted they spend their Sunday afternoon at Club Escapade, "partying the night away". His motivation for the event was that his team had actually won a game, so he wanted to celebrate his success as a coach. Since Makoto was clearly the life of the party, Junpei had him come along. For the most part, it was the usual; whenever they went to Club Escapade, Junpei would hopelessly hit on some random stranger girls for the enjoyment of it and Makoto would sit at the bar and listen to the music. The club didn't necessarily play bad stuff, after all. Sometimes it was annoying though.

"Man, you've got to get in on the fun!" said the enthusiastic (and slightly tipsy) Junpei Iori that sat down next to him. Makoto glanced towards his happy friend, who was evidently having a great time. "Everybody enjoys a good night at the club!" Junpei raised his hand and asked the bartender for a drink, and he obliged.

"It's loud," he said, far louder than he'd usually speak. It was necessary to be heard, though. On a night like this, with the club so crowded, the music was pretty loud to make up for it.

"That's the best part!" Junpei laughed uncharacteristically loud before his attention was turned to the door. "Hey, man, the girls are here!"

Makoto's interest was slightly caught by this sentence, so he turned towards the door. To his surprise, Yukari, Fuuka, Mitsuru, Aigis, and most importantly, Labrys, were at the door. "You invited them?" he asked in a monotone, taking another sip of his drink. Perhaps this night will be interesting after all.

"O'course I did! It's a celebration, man! Paaarty!" He really was in the mood. He downed the rest of his drink and stood up to go greet the girls. Naturally, with nothing better to do, Makoto joined him. Hands in his pockets, he walked behind Junpei and approached the entrance to the club.

"Hey, Yuka-tan! Good to see you came!" he said enthusiastically, trying to snag a hug. Naturally, that didn't work.

"Quiet, Stupei. I only came because I wanted Aigis and Labrys to have a good time." She smiled at the previously mentioned party of mechanical maidens. "Oh, but I didn't know you were here, Makoto. Maybe this'll be more fun than I thought."

As the attention was drawn to him, Makoto waved at his group of friends in front of him with his eyes on one person in particular. "Hey," he said, directed to that person.

"Hey, Makoto," replied Labrys. "Nobody told me you'd be here," she said, a blush now fanning her cheeks. "If I'd known you were here, I woulda' worn somethin' nicer. . ." She looked down at the plain white shirt she was wearing, with a plain black skirt and plain black tights to match. Evidently, she hadn't planned for her boyfriend to be present.

"I could say the same," he replied with a smile, which she reciprocated. He leaned in to plant a quick kiss on her cheek, to which she responded by blushing even harder.

"Alright, why don't we leave the two lovebirds alone?" said Yukari in a slightly teasing tone. Junpei cracked a wide smile and slugged Makoto in the shoulder, before their friends vacated the premises and headed over to the bar.

"Geez. . . That's never gonna' get any less embarrassing, is it?" She smiled a little, her blush slowly fading away as she got more comfortable now that their friends had left. "Still, I didn't take you for the club type. Never thought you'd be into such a loud environment," she said, grinning widely at him.

"I'm only here because Junpei asked me to come." He shrugged his shoulders, looking around the crowded club. "You're right, though. I'm not really the club type."

"I thought so. Kinda' why I didn't expect to see you here. did anybody else come?"

"Nope."

"Huh. Well, I guess that means we can have some fun, just the two of us?" She grinned, hopping up on her tip-toes to plant a quick peck on his lips. Afterwards, she cleared her throat, before looking around. "But, uh, what exactly are you s'posed to do at clubs? Yukari-san said something about getting drinks and talking to strangers, but I can't really do either of those things. Not well, anyway."

"Well, that's about it. Some people dance, but. . ." He looked around uncomfortably, deciding not to finish that sentence.

Labrys, however, had a new goal now. "Oh, so you're gonna' dance?" she asked in a teasing tone. "Well I wanna' see that."

"I don't really dance. I've never done it before." True, much like anyone else, he'd done it once or twice, but he wasn't confident in his skills. Especially in front of his girlfriend.

"Pretty please? I'm sure everybody else wants to see it, too," she said, smiling infectiously. As usual, he found himself crumbling at the sight of that smile. It always managed to coax whatever it wanted out of the blue haired boy, despite whatever resistance he put up. "And I really want to see it. So please?"

He sighed and put a hand on his forehead. "Fine, fine," he said reluctantly. Labrys celebrated quietly from her standing position.

"Yay!" Labrys jumped up once before wrapping her boyfriend into a hug. Her enthusiasm made the embarrassing display he was about to give slightly more tolerable.

"But only if you join me," he said, now smiling somewhat slyly. This time, it was Labrys's turn to be embarrassed.

"C'mon, you know I'd be no good at that kind of stuff." She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked around. The blue and pin lights pulsing across the walls of the club made her slightly uncomfortable. "Besides, there's so many people here. It'd be so embarrassing. . ."

All Makoto did was raise an eyebrow. "So it's okay for it to embarrass me, but not you?"

"Well, I guess I see your point. . . But. . ."

"Only if you join me," he said, his position on the matter clear. Labrys sighed, admitting defeat.

"Fine, fine. I'll join you," she said reluctantly. Slowly but surely, they made their way towards the dance floor, neither of them particularly excited to begin the exercise. Fortunately, it seemed all of their friends were away for now, so at least no one they knew would see them making complete and total fools of themselves. "So, uh, what do I do?" she asked, clearly confused. "I've never really known anything about dancing before."

"Well, I guess, just move the way the music makes you want to?" he said, as if quoting some movie he'd seen at the cinema back in high school. He was clearly no more sure of his actions than she was. In a way, it was kind of endearing, their total obliviousness to what to do. "Just listen to the song and . . . I don't know, move." He shook his arms lightly, snagging a laugh from Labrys.

"Just listen to the song and move, huh?" Labrys chuckled a little. "That doesn't sound too hard." She closed her eyes and decided to do as he said. Just move. . .

Makoto was quite surprised by what came next. After several seconds of her just standing there, she'd broken out into dance in a fashion he could describe somewhat similar to Elizabeth's enthusiasm for the "wild ritual". Her movements were almost intoxicating in their smoothness, as if she'd practiced the routine for hours beforehand. She captured the thumping beats of the club music in a way he honestly hadn't quite expected from her. Does she have, like, a dancing patch or something? It was almost impossible to believe the fluidly moving person in front of him wasn't flesh and blood. Then again, it almost always was.

She caught notice of his captivated stares and stuck her tongue out at him. "What's the matter? Aren't you gonna' dance?"

He cleared his throat a little, his already minuscule confidence dwindling. He had at least thought if they were both going to dance, they would both do horrible. Now he was just going to look stupid. He decided that a simple step from side to side and occasional arm movements would be enough to convince her that he was "dancing".

"Oh come on, Makoto," she said with a laugh. "I'd bet you've got more in you than that." She grabbed his arms and set them about moving, trying to get him to perform some more exuberant actions. Slowly but surely, his face curled into a smile, deciding he had nothing to lose. He, too, decided to get more into the dance. He still looked ridiculous without practice, but at least he was having fun. Many others on the dance floor looked at them, the energy they emitted clear to all as they danced throughout the night.

"Alright, now we're gonna' slooooow things down," said a voice over the microphone. "Grab that special someone and pull 'er tight, alright?" said the deep voice before the slow song started to play.

Labrys cleared her throat and looked to Makoto. He, however, already knew what he was going to do. He pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest, rocking back and forth in an intoxicating motion.

"W-Whoa there. . . You don't waste any time, do ya'?" Labrys smiled nervously, the blush on her cheek forming quickly. She pulled back just enough to stare into his eyes, rocking back and forth alongside him.

"I don't like to, no." He pulled a hand up to his face to check the time. Damn, it's late. We should be getting home soon. . . "Did you have fun tonight?"

She nodded slowly. "Tons of it. Who knew dancin' could be so fun? Even you seemed to be enjoyin' it." She laughed, poking a little bit of fun at him. "Even if you just looked a little ridiculous."

"How kind of you to say so," he said jokingly, once again causing her to giggle. "You know, you're a pretty good dancer."

"You think so? I've never tried before, so I was sure I looked ridiculous. . ." She blushed a little as he continued to compliment her.

"You were doing great. Just another amazing thing about you I've learned."

"Flattery will get you no where!" she said with a bright grin, poking at his nose. "This all makes me really happy. There's just so much to do in the big city, y'know?" She found herself staring into his eyes, pink glossing her cheeks as her blush grew deeper. "I-I wanna' do it all. With you, of course, but, uh. . ." She cleared her throat, trying to find a normal way to end that sentence. "I-I just hope we can keep doin' stuff together. W-We can, right?"

Makoto cupped a hand around her chin and pulled her face towards his, culminating the action with a long, tender kiss. He held his lips on hers for what felt like a very long time, as the music droned on in the background and all she focused on was him. These kind of kisses filled her with sparks that shot out of her ears and filled her heart with joy. She found herself relishing the feeling, reluctant to let go. Yet alas, he slowly pulled back, a warm smile on his face. "Don't worry."

She rested her face against his chest, feeling a smile of her own creep across her cheeks. "O'course." She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth with him, enjoying the moment to its fullest. Silence drifted over the duo as they rocked from side to side, simply enjoying the sensation of being next to one another. She felt her consciousness drifting away as the warmth of his chest pulled her in. . .

Crunch.

Labrys felt the strange sensation of something underneath her foot, as if something gave way beneath her. She looked up towards Makoto's whose face appeared to be frozen, and then down to the ground.

She'd just placed all of her weight on top of Makoto's foot.

"O-Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" she said, quickly stepping back. She bumped into someone and apologized, but her attention was more directed towards her boyfriend at the moment. "U-Uh, is it okay?"

He bit his lower lip and nodded his head, which was a clear indicator he was not, in fact, okay. The pain seeping up from his foot was nothing compared to the happiness he was feeling at the moment, though. That night truly was a special one that he got to spend with the girl he loved. Even if it did potentially break his foot.

"It was worth it."

A/N: Yaaaaaaay. That one was pretty fun! The holidays kept me busy, what with shopping and utilizing the things I got from others, but I finally cranked this one out! I hope you enjoyed it. Favorite if it's your favorite, review if you want, all that stuff. Stay beautiful. Next prompt is cooking/baking. Ooooooh. Stay tuned!