Isobel gave her a look, her head canted to the side, then she let out a laugh, knocking back the rest of her drink before putting the glass back on the counter and reaching for Joanie's hand to pull her out towards the small dance floor near the back corner of the room.
"You don't have to know how, silly," she said brightly, moving surprisingly well for someone with three drinks in her and her bodyweight. Blue eyes were bright as she backed up, weaving between the few people that were gathered, never letting go of the other woman's hand.