Etta couldn't help but grin at the sudden determination from Lily, but sighed and looked at her drink. It was distinctly not safe to take it on the dancefloor. She took several large swallows from her bottle and put it back on the bar. She waved a hand at the passing bartender to let them know she was done.
"Dance it is," she affirmed and stepped towards the dance floor with determination. Her hips were already starting to automatically sway with her movement. She was feeling good and dancing always felt good for her soul. Maybe after a while Lily would open up so more. Or maybe she wouldn't. Etta wasn't fussy. Just aiming for a good time.