Hey now, Harley never claimed to be the best dancer in the world! Harley was to dancing as beer was to ugly girls; the more alcohol he had, the better he got. And if his dad wasn't going to come outside, then Harley wasn't going to worry about what he thought. He and Bubba had enough problems without having to drag Brian into them and they could all be put off for another night. He didn't even give the house a second glance once he was in the car, tapping his hands on the dashboard along with the rhythm.
"Anything! Drive around, get something to drink... Oh! I can get us drinks!" Oh, the perks of finally being 21 and old enough to do all of this on his own. Harley knew Brian was younger than him, but not by how much, but it didn't really matter because now Harley was fully legal. By the time he reached his 22nd birthday, his poor ID was going to be worn out from showing it off to so many bartenders and clerks at the liquor store.