[As Lup gets more comfortable - and more drunk - through the night, Barry too gets more comfortable - and more drunk. That tequila sure hits fast and hard. Her whole frame starts sinking into his side at one point, and he happily drapes an arm around her shoulders under the pretense of keeping her steady, reveling in any opportunity he gets to just keep touching her. She feels good. Warm and slight and strong, just as he remembers.
She grabs his wrist, urging him to the dance floor, and although Barry would rather stay here all night, wrapped up in her, he couldn't ever resist that grin.]
Yeah! Dance, we should-- we should dance.
[Getting up on marginally steady feet, Barry takes Lup's hand and lets her guide him out on the dance floor. If he knows her the way he does, she'll probably want to squeeze past the other couples and claim the very center just for them.]
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She grabs his wrist, urging him to the dance floor, and although Barry would rather stay here all night, wrapped up in her, he couldn't ever resist that grin.]
Yeah! Dance, we should-- we should dance.
[Getting up on marginally steady feet, Barry takes Lup's hand and lets her guide him out on the dance floor. If he knows her the way he does, she'll probably want to squeeze past the other couples and claim the very center just for them.]