Ellie / Evan / Open / Anyone / Really
"Quelle surprise," Ellie repeated, nodding in turn; her expression seemed to brighten at the sight of him, though it had already been one of clear enjoyment. This may or may not have been in part because of the drink, but her cheeks had gone slightly pink from the constant dancing.
"I like your hat," she told him, lifting up on the tip of her toes to touch the brim. Evan didn't seem like much of a beer person -- probably -- but Eloise gestured with her bottle as if to offer it to him anyway, just to be sure.
This was a nice atmosphere to see him in, even if she had the smallest feeling it might not have been one he would have chosen for himself. Maybe he'd have fun anyway, though; it was hard to be near so many people and not be affected by the collective aura. Ellie was a testament to this herself tonight. There was no easier place to know what to do (and what to say) than at a party, even if she didn't quite achieve the exuberance of some of her peers.
"Danser... Toi et moi," She added a moment later, straightforward. The request was innocent and lacked any real intent -- her smile said as much -- but there was no sense of shyness in her eyes.