[Michael]

Michael had been in a lot of tight places before. Hell, he'd been in a few scrapes he actually would have classified as 'unwanted.' But this..this was something else entirely. His heart raced, he couldn't get a breath, his face was red with strain as he looked around- so many dangers everywhere. And he had to make certain he didn't give himself away. One wrong step..one loud sound..even the wrong sort of movement and he was toast. He gulped silently, grasping the hand in his own, following the red head he was practically glued to, eyes wandering around to keep the entire room in sight- not wanting anything to surprise him, not wanting anything to go wrong. He turned slowly, head spinning as sudden dizziness caught him. Couldn't breathe...couldn't breathe...

He wobbled and strong arms caught him, leaving him leaning helplessly against a chest broad and solid- before looking up with an expression of utter shock and fright on his face.

"Y'better get what'cha need quick, 'cause this corset is killin' me, an if I don' die soon from breakin' my neck in these heels, I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya." He hissed under his breath, smiling a smile of timid embarrassment, face red as shit as he shifted, the vampire smirking at him as he moved to set him back on his feet, kiss him on his forehead before pulling him into the dance again, feet moving to guide the shapeshifter along in the flowing navy blue ballgown he wore; hair done up into impossible knotts he couldn't even figure out. "I still don' see why Y'had me come. Y'don' even need me. Anybody could'a played fuckin' stupid ass bitch t'yer stupid ass high 'n mighty jackass any day." He tried taking a breath, the confining garment making him gasp, face going slack as he seemed to suffer dizziness momentarily. Shit..GOD he hated Eric. So fucking much.