The flashes of the strobes were just a little bit disorienting to Bridget as they made their way down the steps. So she was thankful that she had Karl's arm to cling to. Not that she would admit that to him, or to any one. But especially him. She suspected that it would be a tremendous stroke to his already inflated ego. But note to self, next time choose heels that weren't quite so high. They were awfully cute though.<br/><br/>Bridget took a moment to survey the crowd as they made their way toward the dance floor, to kind of get a feel for what they were doing. She was not the best dancer, by far, but she wasn't any worse than most of the people on the floor. She wished she'd had a bit more to drink, but what were you gonna do?<br/><br/>She shook her red head and started to move her hips to the beat. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace. Oh, she hated the music that was playing, for it was truly horrible, and honestly not good for dancing, but she could make it work.