"A planet we can breathe on, I hope," Gio retorted. All joking aside, sometimes he thought that living on another planet would be less of a hassle. It was a good thing, though, that he had a little alcohol in him and Amelia always seemed to make him happier. Earlier in the day Gio had almost been in tears over everything that was happening in his own and his brothers' lives, and the situation with Glory and him having a semi-falling out was only moldy icing on the rotten cake. There was light at the end of the tunnel, but Gio wasn't sure how far away from the end he was, anyway.
They danced, Gio's movements getting a bit more fluid as he went on, willing himself to get lost in watching Amelia move and listening to the music. If he could just forget about everyone else, he'd gain a little self-confidence. Of course, all of that confidence would be ripped away from him later when he heard he won a spot as a Valentine's Prince, whatever the hell that meant. Gio hadn't voted for anyone because he didn't like the objectifying aspect, and he would come to find out people liked objectifying him. Honestly, he wouldn't be angry … the embarrassment and horror at being crowned would blot every other feeling out.
After several songs cycled through, a slow one came on. Gio stopped swinging his arms and looked toward the DJ booth, frowning. He wondered where Glory was and if she might want to dance, but he couldn't find here anywhere from where he was on the floor.
"I think I lost my dates," Gio said to Amelia, lifting a hand to press his bangs down on his forehead. Having his hair blowing against his skin was driving him nuts. He should have just come to the dance in his beanie or slicked his hair back or something.