lololol she is hilarious!
Amelia telling him he could miraculously pull off pinstripe when she'd never thought a guy could before made Gio's face light up like a very red, very bright Christmas light. He'd only chosen it because it was visually interesting (and might take people's eyes off of his naked hair) and made him look taller. Platform shoes would have, unfortunately, made him look very strange if he'd used them to give him some height. He cleared his throat, which wasn't audible over the music and general din of the guests in the hall, and patted the front of his jacket after Amelia's hand left it. What was he supposed to say in return? That she looked sexy? Because that's what he was thinking.
"Uhm, you…." he began, but Amelia was not waiting for him to compliment her back. Instead, she was dragging him onto the dance floor. Whether it be because of nerves or the bit of alcohol he'd consumed (or both), Gio almost tripped over his own feet and went sprawling onto the floor, but he caught himself before it was too late. Suffice it to say, whoever ended up looking up at him at that exact second was probably having fun laughing at him.
"I didn't mean to imply you were heavy!" Gio protested, almost in horror. Amelia wasn't your typical girl, but he was still wary about commenting on her weight like he would around any other female. "I was saying I'm not strong enough." But he shouldn't have even tried to patch things up, because Amelia obviously didn't care. She was too focused on grabbing his hands as she turned to face him, and as soon as Gio realized they were in the middle of the dance floor she was busting extremely out of date dance moves. At first, his arms were flapping without his permission, but it didn't take Gio long to fall into step, doing a modified version of The Running Man to match Amelia's 80's silliness.
"Leave it to us to know dance moves from 50 years ago," Gio laughed, although in his defense he only knew the one. Actually, it was pretty much the only dance move he knew, period. The other dances he'd done that night had been painful variations of shuffling his feet and flailing his arms … which was sort of The Running Man at its most basic ingredients. He really was a One Dance Wonder.