The couple danced around the room strobed by a cacophany of lights.
Outside there was a standoff – a bunch of kids were going toe to toe with the security forces. The security forces must need their overtime, judging by the hardware they had deployed.
She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“This is amazing,” she laughed. “We should do this all the time! You’re a DJ! We should make that happen.”
“You’re mad,” he whispered into her mouth. “How are we going to get the police to turn up and flash their lights whenever we want to dance?”
She giggled and whispered into his ear, “You’ll find a way.”
They turned and danced some more and when she looked at him next he had the far away look in his eye that said he was thinking.
