How he'd gotten an invite, Kori wasn't sure. Maybe he delivered a bouquot at just the right time to the right pair and some high end couple had it work out well. Either way, the sloth bun knew better than to turn down an invite from the upper crust if they deigned to smile at him.
He didn't have much of a reputation up there, but what little he had was best to keep, right? Right.
So here he was, sipping champagne and staring at the all too rambunctious dance floor warily. Was th...
