"Dance?" He asked, some doubt in his voice. He was beginning to feel the alcohol as well. His head was... Light, and as he climbed off of his barstool, he gained a mild feeling of vertigo. Putting on an easy smile, however, he turned to Nina and held out his hand. "I don't... Dance, but I'll stumble around with you to the music." He took one last sloppy slip of his drink, some of it winding up trailing down his chin, before setting the empty glass down on the bar, the ice clinking together inside. He wiped his face off with his forearm, a bit embarrassed...<br/><br/>And then he smelled something, funny. He looked over at the dance floor, where 'Josie' and 'Vincent', as Nina had called them, were beginning to dance as well. The source of mild alarm and confusion was Vincent. There was something about him...<br/><br/>His buzzed mind was quick to wander, and he found himself looking into Nina's beautifully mis-matched eyes. "Come on, let's show them up," he said with a grin, quite confident that he would never win a dancing competition.