Chris had found a roped off platform area opposite of the bar where it was raised a foot or so higher than the dance floor. The area was cast in shadows making it dimly lit compared to the bright lights on the dance floor, perfect spot for observing. He casually stood on the step leading to this abandoned section to get a better view of the dance floor, with the velvet rope at his back, he scanned the crowd looking for his wife. A screeching "Wooo" and cheers from a section of the crowd drew his attention, and he finally spotted the dress, and his wife, putting her hand up in victory, as he realized she just chugged a drink and was celebrating it with some others in the crowd around her.<em>Wow, well that was fast!"</em>he chuckled, seeing that his wife wasn't at all going to be a wall flower the whole night but was actually already on the edge of the dance floor and interacting with others.<br/><br/>He nodded his head to the music sipping on his long Island, which was 3/4 of the way gone by now.  He had planned to mingle so as to fit in better, but nobody really came in his direction.  So as not to look too weird or out of place, he pulled out his phone, pretending to casually browse social media, and text, all the while glancing up to see what Denise was up to.  By now she was dancing somewhat and having fun, as evident by the smile on her face.  Glancing at his watch it was only 10:30, the night was still fairly young.