Considering the fact that Hannah wasn't much of a drinker, the alcohol went a long way to soften most of her reservations. Dancing with a couple of college boys suddenly didn't seem like such a bad idea, and not even the inevitable closeness was enough to make her refuse. What she'd told Boyd wasn't a lie - she wasn't that good of a dancer, but there was a rhythm to follow and she fell into it easily enough, although she matched Boyd's laugh and followed her into the crowd when she tugged at her hand. There was no commitment here, and she liked that; nothing was permanent.
The kiss made her smile, and she followed her friend's gaze to the masked woman. She was immediately both envious and awed, and it seemed as though she was unapproachable. Almost.
"Okay," she agreed, not needing Boyd's lead this time as she approached the woman.