Sam + Open
There was something about getting lost on a dance floor that was appealing, even for someone like Sam, who had never much frequented places like Threshold. Some of that was the hazards of his job, both current (or his world current) and previous, and some of it was personal preference, but he'd found since his arrival that he really liked this place. It was a nice way to interact with those he'd never met, or who had met the previous version of him but that he didn't know now. And what better way to meet someone (in the physical sense, at least) than dancing?
He'd already made his way through a couple of partners, and he turned around and found himself facing another one. He smiled and stepped in, moving to the music and waiting to see how this other person moved.