In a<em>normal</em>frame of mind, Nikki would've been self conscious.  What if someone they both knew saw her out cutting loose?  It wasn't as though the dress itself was outside her comfort zone -- not since she'd lost the weight -- but still.  That fluid, care-free movement which synchronized the sway of her arms and swing of her hips to the rich sound all around them was something borne of a mild buzz to say the least.  And then there was the guy.  That warm-headed buzz made it easier to fudge the line between appropriate and not, and still she felt a tinge of self consciousness as their bodies very nearly brushed.  Feeling him pull away just a bit, there was tangible disappointment in her.  Still, she didn't show it.<br/><br/>Rather, quite naturally, the movements of their mutual dancing brought Nikki to an about-face.  Still asway, she latched eyes with the guy.  Her dark gaze, naturally brown, stopped short of wandering down over him in the way it wanted to.  Rather, she probed at him, gauging his discomfort without realizing that it'd been the ring which scared him into backing away.  Her grin was soft but flirtatious, and it lingered as the flawless pearly white of her upper teeth sank into the plump lower swell.  Fueled by that aforementioned liquid courage, she leaned in just a little closer to the guy, her voice narrowly carrying over the sound all around.<br/><br/><em>"What's wrong?  Scared to dance with an old lady?"</em>The grin that ensued defied that insecurity which had reared its head moments ago.  At this proximity, those rich notes of vanilla and bergamot perfume were just as tangible as the warm liquor on her breath.