"Yeah, bro, it's cool." Dalton laughed out as he walked into the venue again with his boys. However, there seemed to be something very wrong with the way the people looked at him. He wasn't wearing a funny costume so they had no reason to do just that.
"Hey, Dalton, your goddess is running away with a dog..." A girl giggled before gesturing her finger in the direction of the dance floor.
Dalton frowned when he heard 'dog', but he quickly ignored it when he saw what the people were actually up to.
Somewhere along the dance earlier, a lot had realized that Debbie seemed to be getting strangely close to Montana until she began hugging him while they danced. The designated DJ played a slow song, and everyone had moved away from them, making them stand out in the middle.
"What the actual f…?" Dalton strode towards the dance floor, hoping to clobber a dog dead tonight.
