*As Ellen flawlessly steeped into the salsa, Daric couldn't help but grin. A dance from centuries ago that originated on earth and he finds someone who actually did know it.* "<em>You know, I was kidding about the salsa, but hell, you do make a good salsa partner. All we need are the chips and we have a party!</em>" *Almost as corny as corn chips, but who cared? He laughed as they whirled, him leading the dance ever closer to the bar and his new shirt. They whirled into a rhythm of their own, the music not helping with the step, and ignored the eyes that began turning onto them as they passed.* "<em>Seems we might steal the spotlight before long, You would think these people had never seen some decent salsa footwork in their life!</em>" *Which may indeed have been the case. Just a few more steps and they reached the bar anyway. He signaled the end of the dance with a final twirl that left Ellen leaned against his right arm. He looked to her and smiled.* "<em>Pretty good, never would have expected to find such grandiose at a party such as this.</em>" *He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. Then he grinned, letting her go and she fell two inches onto the seat she had been hovering over. He grinned at her reaction and just called the barkeep over.*<br/><br/>*Daric received the shirt and also a towel. He looked around for a second, then shrugging, he said.* "<em>When in Rome.</em>" *He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into the crowd, receiving mild shrieks of surprise as someone was probably momentarily blinded. Laughing he wiped himself dry and when someone pointed at him, he made a show of covering himself in mock surprise. This elicited cries of laughter and he went on to dry himself. He set the towel on the other side of the counter and donned the new shirt, buttoning it up. To Ellen he said.* "<em>Part of the suit I bought in case this was a fancy thing. Can't hurt to have an ace up the sleeve.</em>" *He laughed and sat beside her at the bar.*