As the first song ended, Olive glanced toward Otto. Her heart pounded the tiniest bit faster when she saw him making his way towards her. He was going to ask her!

Seconds before Otto opened his mouth, Olive felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see the last person in the world she wanted to see. Oren.

"May I have this dance?" Oren asked mockingly, looking smugly at Otto over Olive's shoulder. However much she despised Oren, Olive had challenged him and...lost. She was a good sport and something in her couldn't say no. 

She hesitantly walked away from Otto, who had a strange expression on his face. Olive lost sight of him in the growing crowed as she and Oren began to waltz. She felt a lump of guilt form in her chest but tried to ignore it.

"Not to brag or anything, but I am an excellent dancer so your toes should be safe." Oren smiled at her, obviously pleased with his joke. Olive found nothing funny about this but smiled politely anyways.

Olive had to admit, Oren did seem to know what he was doing. She got the hang of the dance quickly enough and before long was enjoying it despite herself. However, there was still a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that kept suggesting how much more enjoyable this scenario would be with Otto.

As the song drew to an end Olive thanked Oren, keeping the dislike in her voice to a minimum, and started to move toward where she had last seen Otto, who had been dancing with one of Doctor O's assistants.

Just as she caught sight of him, she felt another tap on her shoulder. Olive closed her eyes in frustration, opened them again, and turned around. Owen was smiled at her and held up his hands. When he didn't say anything Olive shook her head exasperated, "Do you want me to dance with you?"

"Oh...so I'm the one who's supposed to ask." A look of understanding dawned on Owen's face. "In that case, sure, I can dance with you."

Olive sighed. Owen could be so difficult sometimes. As they began to waltz Olive couldn't help noticing that Owen wasn't as skilled a dancer as Oren had been. She was distracted from her thoughts when she caught sight Otto across the dance floor.

He was dancing distractedly with Octavia, who seemed overjoyed that Otto had asked her to dance. At this sight, Olive felt her heart sink a few inches. Maybe Otto didn't want to dance with her after all.

Olive shook her head. After all she and Otto had been through, after facing lazar chickens, Sector 21, and every villain imaginable, there was no way she was going to let one silly party ruin their friendship.

Yet as the night wore on and Otto continued not to ask her, Olive couldn't help feeling downcast. She had danced with Oscar, Oren twice, Olaf, Owen, and Oz (which was extremely difficult). Just as Oren was about to ask her to dance a third time, Olive escaped and exited the dance floor, making her way towards a small table with glasses of water on it.

After she had taken a swig of the refreshing liquid Olive scanned the room. Off in the far corner to her right she caught sight of the one person she had been looking for. Otto was looking extremely sullen as he stared out across the ballroom.

Why wouldn't he just ask her? Was it because he was too shy to dance with her? No, Otto was never shy. Was it because she wasn't good enough for him? Did he dislike her? Why did all this have to be so difficult? Why, why, why...

Olive set down her glass of water a bit more forcefully then she intended. She had come to two decisions. She could either go off alone somewhere and cry a for a while, or she could go talk to Otto. Not being particularly fond of emotional breakdowns, Olive took a deep breath and stepped forward.