Re: Erin/Dante
Roger had shown up at the dance for Wesley's moral support, but as he was off with his daughter (his fuckin DAUGHTER) Dante decided he had shit to do. Roger could be patient for ten fucking minutes, Wesley had given him all the space and time he'd wanted all goddamn week.
Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans (he hadn't actually dressed for the dance), Dante scanned the crowded place. He had a specific person in mind, and because of who she was he knew she'd be here. Sure enough... there she was, hanging around the back wall. He pushed past the people on the dance floor who were swaying back and forth, crappy Brian Adams blasting over the loudspeakers. Dante walked up to Erin, something obviously up but he was trying to hide it.
"Come on," he said gruffly, taking her wrist in his rough and and pulling her out to the dance floor. This was so fucking stupid. Why the hell was he doing this? Because he didn't know what else to do with himself. Everythign was confusing and annoying and he was living every day scared, just waiting for the end. Finding an empty spot on the dance floor, he looked at Erin's face for the first time since he'd grabbed her, putting his hands on her waist and looking at her expectantly.