"There's no way I drank that much," he said. he wasn't dancing anymore so much as he was just holding her there with his arms around her waist. He had his nose pressed gracelessly into her neck. More or less he was using her as a leaning post.
"There's no way, Vedette. It's a good thing you're so tall or I'd smack my face. I'd smack my face right on this floor!"
He swayed her once or twice like a delirious kid.
"What do you smell like? What is this?" He put his nose in her ear.