Sarah & Peter; later in the evening
Peter looked up when his name was called. Immediately, his glance went to Sarah, who was wearing her best innocent-with-a-secret expression. Peter arched a brow, and stretched out his hand. At least Sarah took it willingly enough. He would have tossed her over his shoulder and dragged her up with him, but he could save the acrobatics for later.
Hand wrapped in hers, Peter headed to the front where the DJ was beckoning him. Not even the skepticism in his eyes could diminish the amusement and happiness nearly radiating from him.