Boyd had grinned at the boys, demanded two more drinks, and then she'd slid down from the bar, body sliding against Hannah's as she moved. She wrapped her arms around her friend's waist from behind as she walked her toward the boys and the throng of bodies moving rhythmically.
On the crowded dance floor, it was impossible to keep from touching and being touched, and Boyd twirled at the freedom the drink and the music offered. As the boys sandwiched her and Hannah in between, she laughed and tugged her friend free into the crowd with a coquettish glance over her shoulder.
She kissed Hannah then, unthinking, a press of lips and then a happy laugh. The other masked woman (James) was within view, and Boyd pressed a kiss to Hannah's shoulder and pointed toward her. "She can dance. Let's go meet her," she said, butterfly drawn to a flame and more than willing to take her pretty, sweet blonde friend along for the adventure.