What If? VIII

"There was a line to get in." Lacy said, trying not to sound grumpy. "So, Scott, you want to dance?"

"I'm not much of a dancer, but sure." he said and led her onto the dance floor.

"How about you, Phil? Wanna dance?" Ellie asked with a small smile.

"Nah. I'm not a dancer." Punk said.

"You can't be that bad." she laughed.

"Trust me, I am." he said. "We're safer here than over there." he pointed over at the dance floor.

"Okay then." she nodded and just sipped on some more of her drink, as they sat at a table. She just stirred her drink around with the small straw they gave her and Punk just sat there.

She danced with Scott for a while before coming back after seeing Ellie wasn't enjoying herself.

Thank God, she thought to herself as she saw Lacy come back. "Had fun?" she chuckled.

"Yeah, why don't you get out there?" Lacy asked.

"You alright, man?" Scott asked Phil.

"I tried but it didn't work." she chuckled. "I'm gonna head out actually. It's getting late and I work tomorrow." Lie, but she wanted to leave, lol.

"Great." he said. "You?"

Lacy frowned. "No, Ellie, don't go." she said. "I'm sure you guys just need to chill. Listen, why don't you dance with Scott and get away from Punk from a while, then you can come back with a clear head."

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"I don't like her." He snorted.

"Lace." she laughed. "I love you, but Phil and I...yeah, we're not clicking. It's extremely awkward and I've tried all night tonight. Nothing is going to change."

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"She knows." he snorted. "Like I told her, maybe you guys are better off as friends."

"Maybe, but please stay. For me." she pouted.

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"Maybe." he snorted. "Her friend is cool, though."

"Lacyyyy..." she whined.

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"I wouldn't know. We don't really click." he said. "We have like nothing in common."

"Don't leave me." she pouted.

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"..wanna switch?"

"Ugh, you're so annoying." she joked as she rolled her eyes playfully. "I'll stay for like another half hour." she told her.

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"...is that even right?"

"We're not getting along with the one's we're supposed to be getting along with, and don't think I didn't see you walk in here with your arm around her, holding her hand and shit." he teased him.

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"Thank you!" she grinned. "You can talk to Scott, we're not getting along." she rolled her eyes.

"Shut up." he snorted. "There are a lot of creeps here. Gotta make sure they don't touch her or anything."

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She chuckled. "Why not? He's nice and funny."

" 'Cause you wanna touch her." he smirked.

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"I wouldn't know, he'd barely talk to me."

"Shut it." he snorted.

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"While we were waiting for you guys, he talked to me." she shrugged.

"No denial." he chuckled.

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"Lucky you." she rolled her eyes. "I put on this dress for nothing."

"She is pretty and cool and I get along with her really well." he said. "But I highly doubt she sees me as more than a friend. It's why I figured to hook you up with her."

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"I think Phil appreciates it.' she said.

"Well talk to her and take her off my hands to find out." he chuckled.

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"He isn't looking at me." he chuckled.

"How nice of you."

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"Uh, he so was during dinner. Plus, he walked in here holding your hand and stuff. It was cute."

"How are you supposed to bring this up to the girls?" he asked. "This whole switch thing."

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"He was just trying to make sure I was okay getting through here." she said. "It's nothing." she said. "So we're not enjoying our dates, but we're gonna stay?" she asked.

"Hm, um...well maybe you can dance with Ellie and I'll talk to Lacy and shit."

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"Riiiiiiiight." she snorted. "And um, I guess? I wanted to leave but noooo." Ellie chuckled.

"Don't think they'll like that."

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"You gotta stay with me." she grinned.

"It was just a suggestion." He shrugged.

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"We should just switch dates or something." She snorted. "So we're not clinging to each other in fear of our boring dates."

"We can try." he said.

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"Phil does not wanna be on a date with me." she chuckled. "You should just be with Scott."