"Da-dadadada-dadada-" He kept on singing, although now his dancing had sort of moved on to Will Smith on acid. No, it wasn't that great a move, it was still Will Smith, but Eric was getting overly jiggy with it.
And mid-dance he noticed this feisty looking chick owning the hell out of the waiter over a burger she seemed sure had dropped on the floor. Indeed, Eric wondered the same thing the waiter did.
Still dancing, he moved closer to her and stood to watch exactly what was going to happen next. Maybe she was just a bitch who assumed all waiters at these types of places were dumb fucks. Which was probably true 99% of the time, but still. Preconceptions sucked.
"Damn. You're gonna make that kid cry yet, aren't you?" He said in her direction, shaking his head. Now he'd stopped dancing. Maybe later. "You sure look like you feed on the tears of little children."