Re: The dance floor
He slipped his arm through hers and, ever the gentleman, he led her to the bar. Once there, he brought her something light and fruity, because he assumed she would prefer that to something that tasted of alcohol. He gave the bartender a look which said, without question, not to go heavy on the alcohol on her drink. His drink, however, was another matter entirely. A whiskey sour, extra punch, thank you very much.
"Thank you for the dance, Evie," he told her, giving her a small bow. "If you'll excuse me a moment?" he asked, glancing back toward the crowd before taking his leave of her.