"Is she trying to belly dance or what?" he wondered as he watched her wiggle and shake, on the dance floor, try to ng to imitate the dance steps of the others.
Quietly sitting on his own, he watched her, sometimes with a smile on his face when she twisted and turned in a funny way, and other times he'd look like the grim ripper whenever a man got next to her and tried dancing with her.
That was one thing. But she herself, she was actually indulging the men.
"Diavoletto…" He scoffs.
He knew she was just trying to provoke him and make him come up on the dance floor, so he wasn't going to let her get to him.
But watching her dance with some guy made him angry, he wished to rip their hands every time they touched her, and wished to make them understand that she was off limits.
She was driving him crazy, this little devil of his.
"Ugh, I need a drink." He turned to the stand next to him.
Was it beer, spirit, or wine, or just any kind of booze?
