For once, Mike wasn't sure what to say; for a moment all he could do was gape at Kori, unable to keep from smiling, before taking a step forward to follow her onto the floor. This was wonderful in an incredibly suspicious way, like being given a present by accident.
His heart was pounding in his chest with how badly he wanted to be close to her. The feeling overrode the nervousness growing, under all that drunken cheer.
"Am I dreaming?" He muttered, reaching for her hand. I guess I should just enjoy this while it lasts. Besides -- good dreams always went bad, once you realized what they were.