The dancing didn't stop immediately after Gabriel finished playing.
If anything, it only got worse.
Or better, depending on who was asked.
At some point Ambrose found himself laughing so hard that his stomach hurt. Orion had somehow convinced a pair of elderly women to teach him an old ballroom step while Devon stood nearby recording the entire thing for future blackmail material.
Viktor meanwhile had consumed considerably more alcohol than everyone else.
Not enough to get drunk. Just enough to stop pretending he had dignity.
By the time they finally returned to their table, the ice Prince casually hooked an arm around Ambrose's neck and dragged him closer.
"You dance terribly."
Ambrose nearly choked. "You literally stepped on my foot three times."
"I was distracted."
"By what?"
Viktor's icy eyes flicked toward him. "Your face."
Devon gagged dramatically. "Disgusting."
"You sound jealous."
"I am jealous."
"Good for you, Devvy boy."
