DANGEROUS LOVE
The bass no longer felt like music so much as a second pulse layered over his own, and somewhere between one step and the next, Lance realized he had absolutely no idea where he was going.
"...uh... I'm lost," he murmured to himself, thoughts moving thick and slow, tangled up in gin and noise.
"Wher—" He never finished the word.
His foot caught on nothing at all — the simple, humiliating betrayal of balance too many drinks had promised him and he pitched forward, already bracing for the impact of the floor.
It never came.
A hand closed firmly around his arm instead, steady and sure, hauling him upright before he could so much as yelp properly. "Be careful," a low voice said, cool and clipped