<<* Hanging by a moment *>> {Thundy/blitz}

I haven't seen her before, but she stands on the balcony and seems to be up to something. A long skirt swings around her as she pulls herself through the bars of the balcony -- what on earth is she doing? -- and steps out onto the beam.

I don't know who she is, but this dance is drab. Everyone in their fancy clothing, trying too hard to look handsome and elegant despite the nature of a dance itself.

Reyes never came to one of these dances. Not that he was talented, flailing and shaking his ass around as if it looked cool, but I don't know. There's some respect in it, dancing till the very end. Dances are lively, upbeat. I don't usually come, either, but I wondered what it was like. But I'm not him, and I don't care, and all this frolicking doesn't suit me anyways. It's wrong.

The people around me, all moving together, trying to dance or chat each other up .. I don't know how it works. Whatever. The girl above me..

She's not boring. I watch her as her long skirt flies about in the air, and I turn my head to see if anybody else has noticed her. I'm the only one.

She's a fool. She'll fall.

Standing below the beam, I wonder if I should do anything. Stay here if she does fall? No, she'll crush me. Ignore her, let it play out? That's tempting, but there's nothing else to do, and sooner or later somebody will notice me staring up at the ceiling, and they'll know, too. I like the fact that everyone else is oblivious, makes me feel sort of smart or something.

They told me to dress up nice and handsome, but I didn't. My hair's a mess, my dress shirt not tucked in, and this makes it easy to make my way up to the balcony. I'm not restrained by extravagance -- I despise it.

My hands grip onto the bars of the balcony, and perhaps she's so immersed in, you know, not falling that she doesn't notice. I don't want to scare her into slipping to the dance floor -- what a riot that would be -- but I can't help myself.

"A little lost, are we?" I smirk at her, raising my eyebrows.

Her head tilts towards the floor, looking at something.. and then I tilt my head too, following the same direction of sight. Another girl stands below, younger than the one on the beam, her arms crossed in.. in what? She stares up in anticipation, impatience, almost.. Not worry, not fear. She doesn't run off and tell.

It must be her doing.

I have to laugh, can't help it. It has to be a dare. What else could it be? A random impulse, or else she's just bored. I don't know, but she's doing something else now. Her hands begin to work on something on her dress, fiddling and tugging at it as if she felt uncomfortable and had to adjust, but why now?

Thankfully, I didn't send her over the edge. For a moment, though, I imagine the splat as she would have hit the dance floor, or even better, landed on somebody else. Preferably someone shallow and dull. Unlike herself, clearly. Well, the shallow part I can't account for, but nobody boring ventures out onto a high beam.. whatever it is she's doing.

She turns towards me, if only in small increments to keep her balance, her face a mixture of shock and annoyed. Oops. I smile and wave.

“Yeah, I was just looking for the ladies room.” I think perhaps there's a tinge of fear in her voice, of uneasiness, but it's hard to tell from her retort.

"What, so you can leap through the bathroom door? A little risky for a dare."

My balance isn't the best, but who cares? It wouldn't be bad to break my neck and die. It might even be poetic, dying on a dance floor. I duck under the bars and set my feet onto the beam, trying my best not to look down.