Re: Dancing - Tony and Selina (Oh. Dear.)
Sometimes it astonished him just how many people he knew, or at least knew well enough to recognize; then again, he'd been attending affairs like this for most of his adult life, though fewer than he had been in the past few years, and the circles at these levels were tiny and overlapping.
That made someone he didn't readily recognize a valuable commodity - at least, it meant that they hadn't talked about everything already and were left with nothing except gossip. Besides, she was hot and looked lonely, swaying a little to the music, and he never could stand to see wallflowers, especially attractive ones; he was a big proponent of everyone enjoying themselves, and it didn't have to be his party to have him feel a little responsible for it.
And if he ended up sleeping with her, well, that was just part of having fun. Or if not, no hard feelings; he'd gotten a bit more cautious in who he slept with these days anyways, what with the fist-sized nightlight in his chest and the scars around it.
Wandering up to her, he said, "You look like you'd like to dance."