Pascal took the hand on the small of his back as a bit of an invitation. He stepped a little closer, closed the bit of space between them. Byron wasn't that much taller than him, it was nice.
He wasn't as drunk as he was now, but everything was a happy hum. His body was humming with the music, with the touch of the other man. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back slightly, a small smile on his lips.