Winter: Lilie and Andrei
Andrei loved to dance, just like more Ladons! It was physical, it was an outlet, it didn't require too much thinking. In fact, dancing tended to look better the longer you didn't think about it. He'd been out on the floor, mixing it up with several people.
Andrei had gone more formal than most, wearing black shirts and a pristinely white t-shirt, topped of with a black bow-tie. It made him look less dangerous than usual. Right now, the shirt was glowing in the blacklight. He greeted Lilie with a grin as she approached, drawing her in and growl-purring against her hair: "Hey girl. Ain't you lookin' like sex-on-a-stick."
He then twirled her away from him, a classic ballroom move. As if the universe was playing with it, that's when I had the time of my life kicked in. Andrei smirked. "Don't seem like I got a choice. Noone puts Lilie in the corner."