"Thanks. No, tomorrow night we're on," Pascal replied with a smile. He kept using French. It was nice to find someone who knew how to understand him most of the time, even if sometimes new French words confused him. He sipped his drink as the DJ came over the speakers, "Alright people, last one of the night."
As soon as the first chord--if it could be called such--sounded, Pascal's face lit up. "I love this song!" He finished the drink and smiled sweetly at Byron. "Dance?"