Project Demigod (a Percico fanfic)

Chapter 3: A Dance Gone Wrong

Nico moved his body to the beat of the bass. The air was thick with heat and it made his skin tingle so he quickly wiped his sweaty neck then went back to dancing.

He didn't know how, he didn't understand why, but as all the guests of the gala danced with him for the past two hours, he didn't care!

Nico flicked his eyes across the moving dance floor, his energy on high. His dark hair bopped on top his head. As he was holding hands with a friendly princess, he bounced on his feet and searched the crowd. The room had gone semi-dark, strobe lights flying across the hall and they filled his head with happiness.

He grinned and pushed his earlier thoughts from his head.

I take back everything I said about these leaders being boring! Nico happily cheered in his head. They really know how to party!

He then clapped when his favourite part came on and eyed the room again.

When he couldn't find the guy who had come up stage earlier to speak to the crowd, he frowned.

"I apologize for the interruption ladies and gentleman, but I've noticed that many of you look like you want to fall asleep in your shoes," the man on stage said and they all chuckled, releasing tension in the room.

Nico smiled crookedly.

The man was young about his age with nicely combed brown hair and a charming smile.

"Would anyone be upset if I request some music to play during this break?" he asked boldly but no one objected.

"We would be upset if you didn't!" the Indonesian president cried heartily and the room laughed.

So the man on stage grinned handsomely and nodded his head.

"Alright my friends!" he spoke into the mic one last time. "Enjoy the rest of the break!"

And several people in the crowd clapped.

Nico laughed as the diplomat twirled him in a spin, letting the memory leave him.

So after the quick dance during cocktail hour, the rest of the gala was rushed so that everyone could back to dancing at the end of the night. They finished their formal discussion around 10:30 p.m. and for the rest of the evening, Prince Nico was getting his jam on with the other South Asian guests.

And it was all thanks to that handsome hero that Nico had been saved for the night!

But he was nowhere in sight.

Suddenly the music got louder and the whole room cheered and everyone stomped their feet.

Nico grinned as he moved to the DJ's beat. After a while, the diplomat let go of him hand and waved as she moved deeper into the crowd to find another friend.

Nico rocked his body to the jam of the song as he danced alone for a second. When he spotted Mr. Hades doing what looked like the jive with an older senator, he burst out laughing.

They looked ridiculous! Two old guys trying to keep up with what was basically club music was something he could not unsee.

But as he watched them fail miserably, he smiled sadly. Nico wondered guiltily if all these rich and privileged people should even be allowed to enjoy themselves when so many were depending on them.

That's when something grabbed his hand and turned him around.

He gasped with a glare, ready to fight but it was unnecessary.

In fact, his body did the opposite reaction when he came face to face with the handsome guy who had called for the dance in the first place.

"Your highness!" he cried over the sound of the bass with a grin. "Dance with me?!"