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The dance was beautiful and made Auron hungry for something that he'd hadn't desired in a long time. A young man with a patch over one eye stood at the side of the waltz, violin in hand that sang the melody of night. The dancers were a kalidoscope of girls and men; whirling skirts and sparkling jewels made Auron dizzy. The women pulled their already short silks up to their thighs, making their dance as sexual as it was sensual. Those who did not move with the music made a circle around the specticle clapping, singing, and tapping their feet in time with the music.

Out of the madness a face appeared, wearing a chesire cat smile. Rikku, (barely) clad in lace and ribbons, pulled at his arm. "Come, dance with us?"

He frowned up at her and remained in his seat. No."

Her smile didn't faulter. Instead of being dismayed from his rejection she threw back her head and laughed, causing the beads and bangles to jingle and jangle. Her hair was done up with tiny silver baubles braided in and the loose tendrils that escaped brushed like gold across her face. She planted her hands on her hips and beckoned with her body. "Don't spoil the fun Auron, dance with me. You can't reject an invitation from a siren."

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Marshall lounged in his chair like a cat would, all muscles tight but body looking as loose and cool as always. His eyes were halfed closed, partially because of the pot he'd done earlier and partially because the party was that damn dull. The women who had first flocked over for a chance the rape the famous Eminem had dispersed, angry at his lack of response and lured away by more promising and eager stars.

His mistake was letting his eyelids drop all the way.

John Mayer, newly immersed in the MTV fame, wandered awkwardly through the masses. He held a Sprite in hand, no drinking for him. No weed, either, making him the only person in the room who would have passed a drug test. He smiled nervously at a girl who "accidently" rubbed against him as she slid past and tried to say something clever and sexy but she was gone before any words formed and his chance for conversation went with her.

Even in the swarm, John felt alone. People pushed by him like he didn't exist, like he didn't even deserve to exist.

That thought was proven when someone behind him shove, sending John falling foward, long arms and legs flailing as he tumbled.

Right onto, of all places, the lap of a dozing Marshal Matthers.