"Who's gonna scoop you?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow, the movement a little exaggerated. "I'd bet I can hold more liquor than you... But you drink straight scotch, so I'd lose." She'd downed about half of her drink when he "asked" her to dance and she nearly spit it back out. That was a waste of alcohol, though, so she choked it back so she could answer him.
"Dance? Like, together?" Even as she said it, she wasn't sure why not. It was a bar, it wasn't like they were playing slow songs. And they were both getting drunk; his dancing skills weren't likely to be much better than her own. "There's the thing in the corner you can pick songs on. I want something loud."