Rachel was equally glad for Karl's having taken the lead, secretly wishing strobe lights weren't so popular.  She'd have preferred a steady but dim light to the flashing strobes, but she was obviously in the minority on that score.<br/><br/>She worried for Bridget's sake as they moved down the stairs, hoping she wouldn't trip in the shoes she'd chosen, and was relieved when the three of them reached the dance floor without trouble.  She'd chosen to wear slightly lower heels for the occasion, though she still felt awkward in them.  If she'd worn heels as high as Bridget's, she'd probably have been the one embarrassing herself.  She followed Bridget's lead, feeling equally conspicuous at dancing and being watched as she did in the heels.  Maybe there was some good for strobe lights after all.  The music wasn't her favorite either, too loud and with too much base, especially down here on the main floor, but she could stick it out for a few songs, she supposed.  She kept hold of Karl's arm, glad for the anchor, afraid she'd lose track of him and Bridget if she let go.  Karl she sensed could fend for himself, and for that matter so could Bridget, but she felt comfortable knowing she had a link to them, even if she did look awkward dancing that way.  Even so, Karl would be too much of the gentleman to say so, and even if he wasn't, she and Bridget could decide to leave any time, so she guessed he would hold his peace if he wanted their company.