This is a continuation of the Formal Wear prompt from a few days ago. This story will probably run into September but I swear I'm trying to finish the last few prompts off. Preparation for ALevels and family stuff is taking up most of my time but I'm trying I swear.

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Fez.

Nico sat in a dark corner of what was possibly the biggest rave he had ever seen. There were several fountains spewing chocolate, wine (with a barrier to block underage demigods), Kool-Aid and some drinks Nico didn't even recognise.

He had a cup of Pepsi that a nymph had handed him, and he'd already lost track of Will in the big gold hall of swarming gods and demigods. Percy was on the dancefloor, twirling Annabeth and he was glad to see the two of them looked happy and well after Tartarus.

He turned his head as someone sat next to him, and was relieved to see it was Reyna, flicking her cloak and hair over the shoulder.

"Why aren't you dancing?" She asked, her voice raised over the blasting music.

Nico laughed into his cup. "I'm not really a dancer." He reminded her and she smiled, staring across the dancefloor. He followed her gaze to Jason and Percy who were now trying to do the Macarena despite the lack of accompanying music. She saw him looking too and smiled again rather sadly.

"I'm glad we made it Nico." She said softly, and he had to strain to hear her over the music. "I'm glad you made it."

He nodded, unsure of how to reply. He knew she wasn't talking about the party but the whole war.

"You too." He echoed. "I wasn't sure we would make it for a while there."

"I can't believe the gods are just dancing. They didn't do anything." Reyna's teeth were gritted. Nico gave her a nudge.

"We know what we did, and we know it's thanks to you."

"Us." Reyna said pointedly, before standing up and brushing her cloak down.

"I want a dance with my favourite ambassador before the end of the night." She pointed at him in a threatening way and Nico had no choice but to nod.

"It won't be pretty, but I'll give it a try." She smirked before disappearing into the crowd. Nico watched her head for some other Romans, before finishing his cup and standing. He was going to celebrate and have fun, for the sake of all the other demigods who died in the war.

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While he picked his way through the dancers, a familiar song came on from when he was much younger.

The god's seemed to have a rather eclectic music taste, from classical composers, to modern-day rappers.

Hazel appeared out of nowhere by his side and tugged on his hand to where Leo and Frank Were standing.

"You know this song don't you?" She asked with big, shining eyes.

While she was born a lot earlier than Nico, his sister and mother would dance to swing music all the time. He could still remember watching his father and mother doing the foxtrot around hotel rooms or even ballrooms when him and Bianca were allowed out with him.

"I guess I know a few steps." He lied, holding onto her and checking that he wasn't going to stand on her dress. They began whirling around, dancing a fast foxtrot. Hazel stumbled a few times and Nico didn't have the best footwork but they were managing and the laugh on Hazel's face was worth it.

"I used to dance with my mother all of the time." She told him over the music.

"Bianca made me dance all the time." He admitted and Hazel laughed, speeding up as the music peaked and ended. Nico bowed to her. She curtsied back and he realised how widely he was grinning. He'd forgotten how much he liked dancing, especially the old music. It reminded him of the smoky rooms from his childhood and his mother and sister.

Leo was whooping next to them, clapping loudly. "I didn't know you could dance Death-Head!" He crowed and Nico narrowed his eyes at him but the comment didn't even phase his smile.

"You didn't see anything." He told him. Will seemed to have appeared out of nowhere by his side and touched his elbow lightly, knowing full well how Nico didn't like people creeping up behind him.

"That was so cool! You have to teach me!" Will gushed, his eyes full of stars.

"I mean I'm not great and it doesn't come up in parties anymore but-" Will shook his head quickly.

"It's really cool! And you looked fine just then!"

"If you teach me modern dances then deal." Nico said and Leo stepped forward, and Nico recognised the mischievous look in his eye.

"Here's a good modern dance." And Leo Valdez- the boy who had died to save the world and everyone in it and saved it at least twice if not more- dabbed.

Nico felt a little bit more of himself descend to the Underworld at the sight. Will looked similarly defeated and Frank reached out to take Hazel's hands before she tried to dab too.

"Please never do that again." Nico said, wincing again. Leo dabbed a second time.

"It's dancing, Death Head." Leo rolled his eyes and Frank was fighting a smile.

"You're embarrassing yourself." Nico pleaded, hoping no gods around them decided to pick up on Leo's 'dancing'

Frank's snickering was only egging Leo on more. Will was laughing too and he began to back up, dragging Nico with him before he started swinging with his sword.

"We'll catch up with you guys later!" He called and waved. Nico didn't leave quick enough to miss Hazel's exclamation of 'Show me how!'

"He's a bad influence." He muttered under his breath and Will laughed.

"They seem to be having fun." He pointed out and Nico scowled, but it lifted seconds later. Hazel was having fun and that was the main thing.

He'd been enjoying dancing too- he knew the steps and he knew the timings- but he didn't know anything about modern dancing. He was just glad no one was grinding on each other (that particular Camp Halfblood disco was shut down quickly)

"May I have this dance?" Will asked, bowing low and holding a hand out for Nico to take. Nico took it hesitantly.

"We literally just talked about how I can't dance." Nico told him with a sigh and Will laughed, pulling him close to him.

"Don't worry about the steps or moves. You don't need to have a sequence to dance." Will explained, clasping his hand and placing a hand on his hip. Nico tried to argue that he usually did the male role in dances but then he processed Will's words.

"You just move with the music and how you feel."

"Maybe I feel like doing the Peasbody Foxtrot." Nico said, just to be difficult but he held onto Will anyway. They spun with the music, not doing any fancy footwork but just turning.

"I have no idea what that is." Will said plainly but he still grinned down at Nico with adoration in his eyes. "If you teach me, I'll dance with you."

Nico had to admit he would like to dance with Will, but he was worried that Will was just saying he cared to make Nico feel better. Nico knew not many people enjoyed 20's swing music, especially not nowadays.

Will began spinning him around, nowhere near as fast as him and Hazel but fast enough that Nico laughed at the feeling.

"See? This is dancing. Dancing is your feelings not your footwork." Will told him, spinning faster.

"If you fall, I'm going to laugh so hard." Nico said, smirking.

Will pulled a face. "If I fall in front of all the gods, I'd just throw myself off the mountain and be done with it."

The music changed to a much slow tempo, and Will slowed down too.

"Guess we're doing a slow dance now, huh?" He asked, and Nico nodded, before yelping as Will pulled him closer.

"If we're slow-dancing, we have to go all out." Will told him and Nico could feel his laughter through his chest. His head just barely reached Will's shoulder and he glared up at his boyfriend.

"Next party we go to, I'm wearing heels. Someone almost stepped on me earlier, do you know how humiliating that is?" Nico said, butting his forehead against Will's collarbone. Will wrapped his arms around his waist and they began to sway gently, surrounded by other dancers but in their own bubble.

"It's not my fault you're small." Will snickered and leaned down to kiss Nico.

"No but it's your fault you're tall." Nico whined, and Will kissed his forehead gently.

"Sure Neeks." He said softly. They rocked gently and Nico leaned into him, resting his forehead against his shoulder. Will leaned down and began singing quietly into Nico's ear. His singing voice may not have been as good as his sibling's but it was still perfect to Nico. He was word perfect and Nico couldn't help humming along gently.

They stayed like that for a while, even after the original song had finished and new dancers came on to show their moves off.

When Will finally pulled away, Nico smiled up at him fondly.

"Maybe I do like that kind of dancing."