When he questioned if Calle actually knew him, then backed that up with a yeah, she did in fact know him, the smile on Calle's lips grew. She simply nodded enthusiastically at him, as if that were a better answer than anything she could have said. Actually, it probably was. "Angel!" She squeaked excitedly, just to prove she did in fact know him and his name, even.
"Fancy indeed!" She giggled. She saw he had a drink and remembered that was what she wanted and she turned to the bartender. "Shot o vodka, PLEASE!" She said with a dazzling smile. The bartender liked her, it was obvious, and she slipped him more than she needed to. Also why she got good, quick service. She downed that shot rather quickly which was... well she had no idea what number that was.
But then her attention was on Angel and dragging him to the dance floor. She got no protests and that made her damn happy, so she navigated through the crowd with him easily until they found a spot to dance. "Ah, thank you, Angel. You look smashing, that pin-stripe shirt is fantastic." Her words were... vaguely slurring, but not enough to be bad yet.
If there was one thing, though, that Calle was good at? It was dancing. The moves Angel picked up were watched and she found herself finding herself falling into rhythm with him, with moves of her own. They were working it on the dance floor, there was even a little bubble forming around their awesomeness. Hell yeah.