"Not now, sweetcheeks. I'll come find you when I'm ready to dance." Michael blew off a cute, little blonde thing so he could keep an eye on Kyle's mystery date. Which was starting to bore him, even after his second beer. Man, those people would not give him a better view of her. He could stand up and go over there, but he didn't want to seem like a stalker, even though he was at the moment.
After another few minuets, Michael reached into his jacket to pull out a small container of nail polish and poured a little into his beer, then replaced it. Sipping the beer he sighed as a feeling of contentment washed over him. This caused his mind to wander and that dance floor started to look appealing. He shook his head, "Focus Michael." He told himself and returned his attention to the couple. "come on move." He was starting to get annoyed.