#agent breakdance

Hehehehehe. Idk what happened but... here ya go!

Maxwell scanned the crowd on the dance floor of the packed club searching furiously for Drake and Claire. Time was ticking and he had to find them soon if he was going to stand a chance. He was already down on the leaderboards, and he could not afford to lose this bet; drinking games at Brielle’s 30th birthday bash had given way to challenges and wagers. He’d bet Hana that she couldn’t get five strangers to ask her to dance- she’d blown that out of the water simply by batting her long lashes, garnering dances from four women and three men in just the first hour they been playing. He’d bet Liam that he could find someone in the club who owned a pet peacock- he’d talked to literally everyone that would listen, and none of them came through for him. When he bet Brielle that Drake and Claire would pull their old ballroom antics and disappear to make out somewhere, she’d taken the bet, laughing. “No way! The Walkers are an old boring married couple now. Way too boring and old and married to do something exciting and scandalous like that.” She giggled, eyes shining, drunk on the evening.

Don’t fail me now, Claire Bear, he thought to himself, hoping that the fact that he hadn’t found them yet meant that they’d already gone somewhere to prove him right. Weaving through the crowd and pausing to dance every few beats, he finally found who he was looking for, shimmying over to where they were pressed close together, moving to the music.

“Well if it isn’t agent breakdance,” Claire mused, her arms draped around Drake’s shoulders.

“Drake, Claire,” he looked desperately from one to the other. “I need a favor.”

“We’re kind of in the middle of something here, Max,” Drake said, his eyes on his wife, his hands sliding down her back to press her closer.

“Yes, exactly,” he nodded emphatically, explaining his situation and how badly he needed a win.

“Let me get this straight,” Claire arched one eyebrow high, perching one hand on her hip. “Our sneaking out in the middle of parties has become something that you all bet on?”

“And,” Drake chimed in, scratching his jaw. “And Brielle said-“

“She said you were old and boring and married.” Maxwell confirmed.

“Hear that, Berkley?” Drake turned to Claire, love and whiskey shining in his dark eyes. He licked his bottom lip before running his thumb over hers. “Your sister thinks we’re boring.”

“Well we cant have that now,” she responded, reaching to grip the back of his neck. “Can we?”

Drake smiled deviously before scooping her up over his shoulder, one hand securely on her ass as he marched her straight past their friends and family. “One side,” he announced, playfully shoving Brielle so she’d stumble into Liam. “Need to go have a chat with my wife.” Claire’s laughter trailed behind them as he hauled her out into the parking lot.