Though she was well on the way towards losing most of her balance, Iris had lost none of her enthusiasm. Doing any dancing at all in the state she was in was likely saved by the simple truth of what Phobos had just said……they had thousands of years on these mortals, and a drunk goddess was still miles ahead of just another drunk girl. (Even if the goddess in question was particularly susceptible to alcohol in the first place.)
Iris had lived through countless dance crazes, and while she had enjoyed the structured ones, and even some of the sillier ones……. There was really nothing better than just moving how you wanted to move to the music. It sometimes meant flailing arms, it sometimes meant swaying hips and an expression to match, it sometimes meant Phobos was pulled closer as either an up close and personal dance partner or an up close and personal means of support. For the most part, however, Iris managed to stay up quite well on her own two feet, when she wasn’t being pushed around by the other bodies around them.
She was proud of both them for still being able to dance at this point in their night out. Or was it morning?
The one thing Iris lost was the serious face…..she was enjoying herself, and thinking of nothing but the immediate moment. It was incredibly rare for her. Rare and thoroughly wonderful.