They didn’t have to stay, they told themself. They could just finish their drink and slip out again. Nobody was forcing them to be here. The promise that they were allowed to just get up and go was the only thing that kept them from fleeing on the spot.

But then one G&T turned into three. And by the time a very tipsy girl in criminally tiny hot pants was shouting something unintelligible in their ear and tugging on their arm, they were drunk enough to let her drag them onto the dance floor. And so in spite of themself, they found themself dancing inches away from the most beautiful man they’d seen in their life.