You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen
Currently, our two heroes were tied up.
Not in a kinky way, Y/N and Rick Sanchez had been caught cheating an hour ago and they wouldn't even be here if Rick hadn't puked out all of the Tequila onto the casino owner's 'one of a kind' Monet that was actually a cheap replica with peeling paint. This had caused the thugs to beat the shit out of Rick as 'interrogation' and when he didn't say anything more than 'suck my dick you wannabe-nazis', they threw them into a storage room, locked the door and so they were now sat back to back with a rope lazily tied to their wrists, his right to her left. So really, they weren't that tied up as in they couldn't escape without a lot of effort but it was a mild inconvenience for Rick who had previously tried to have a wank at which Y/N had held her arm above her head so he couldn't with the short length of the rope.