Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141224052753

"Fun." Commented Lem.

Meanwhile, something happened that Plutarch did not intend...

His requested song ended, and Melody spoke.

"Allllllright!" She whooped. "Looks like this'll be the last song of the night."

The crowd groaned in complaint. "Sorry, but we have to wrap this up guys. Don't wanna get caught by ol' Ebeneezer Grimm!"

Plutarch leaned against the wall, waiting.

"This last song'll slow things down, so be sure to ask someone. It's free for all: girls can ask guys, and guys can ask girls! Also, Mistletoe Alley is on your way out, if you're lookin' for... love." She grinned.

Oh, Author. Plutarch thought.

He had an option: wreck the dance now, or wait, probably in vain, for someone to ask him.

Ugh, being an anti-hero was hard.