"I thought you might," Ari said, and before Cressida could argue, grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the dance floor just as the musicians swung into their next number. Fortunately, this dance involved a great deal of spinning in circles as opposed to complex steps, so although Ari wasn't much of a lead, they managed to get through it with a few rueful laughs and a few collisions of Cressida's feet with Ari's toes - and on one notable occasion, her ankle. By the time the song was over, they were both winded, so they made their way back to their seats at the bar, where they managed to polish off the rest of the wine, tell increasingly absurd stories, and laugh at the antics of a man who seemed determined to dance in a way reminiscent of one of the battle robots at the Founders Festival.
It had been a rather successful evening, Ari thought as they bid their farewells outside the tavern an hour later. At least, Cressida seemed happy, so that was a sign of success to her. "Have a good night," Ari said, waving her new friend off with a smile. "And happy belated birthday!"
Once Cressida was gone, she turned to Drake, cocked an eyebrow, and said, "It's a nice night. I'm not tired, are you?"
Might as well put her good mood and the wine buzz to good use.