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Originally Posted by
sarahlooo 
After the long debate, Ivy was ready get on her feet again. She couldn't sit too long, or she got fidgety and irritated. After quickly downing a glass of wine (she was thirsty, or something), Ivy spotted Erik by the dance floor. He reminded her of a pathetic woman all alone at a work part, waiting for someone to ask her to dance.
Snort.
"Waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet?" Ivy asked as she walked up behind him. There were probably dozens of women here that would love a dance with him. Totally not her though, nope.
"Not exactly," Erik answered, turning his head at the sound of Ivy's voice. He set his empty glass off to the side.
"I vas vondering..." did he have to keep up this ridiculous accent? no,
"if you vould like to dance?"
Straight to the point he was.