Ded and Hes
Hes had just been about to take a sip of her drink when she felt a hand on her back. Hopefully it was her fiance, and not some random ass grabber. Thankfully it was, so she smiled at him and nodded. "Of course, Mr. Diggle." She finished her drink in one swallow and put it down before taking his hand.
She was clueless about his dancing lessons, so she figured that she was going to get stepped on. Thankfully she didn't mind it so much. At least she'd be there to catch him if he fell over. She'd dance with him no matter what. Even if he was the worst dancer in the world.
Letting him lead the way onto the dance floor, Hes put one hand on his shoulder and kept a hold of his other one. "You're lucky I've had a bit to drink," she teased.