"To a night of fun and new friendships." Bridget repeated as she let her glass clink with Rachel's and Baldur's. At least now they knew why Karl wasn't drinking with them, and it wasn't because he was an alcoholic. Or designated driver. She also couldn't help noticing Baldur's lack of enthusiasm. It also didn't escape her notice that after a quick word with Karl, the mohawked man left. She didn't know what that was about, but she suspected that he wasn't going far. It seemed to her that they were a bit of a matched pair. They weren't your typical friends hanging on a night out. No, this was something different. But that really wasn't much of their concern. She did feel a little better with Baldur being gone though.<br/><br/>Bridget's gaze drifted down to the dance floor for a moment, then back to Rachel and Karl. "Lets go dance." she said. "We didn't get a chance before, but now I'm ready to get out there on the floor." she said. "You do dance, don't you Karl? Or do you just prefer to watch?"