James got separated from Dylan and Craig early in the evening and was left to his own devices. There were lots of people - no, not people, lots of men who seemed to think that shirts were optionals once they started dancing. He never had realised just how sensual dancing was until now, and why the hell was he even thinking that when they were all blokes?
Shaking off the thought, he started walking. It was crowded, although not overly so, and he wasn't really paying attention when he bumped into someone. When he turned to apologise, he smiled sarcastically. "I should have know. How are you tonight?"