Savannah, Gregory, Sean, Molly, open
Molly collected her ice teas and looked at Savannah, who had yet to get to the dance floor. That would not do at all. "Will you be so kind as to join me, Ms. Monroe, Wyatt Earp needs to move with the music."
Lisa was at the bar talking to a man in a tux. Yay for Lisa. If her hands weren't full of perspiring glasses she would have clapped.
Not checking to see if Savannah had joined her or not, Molly wantered over to Sean and the two he was speaking to. Definately a couple. Leave it to him to play it safe.
"Drink up, cowboy man. I've arranged a shared dance with the shell of a bomb." Molly handed him a glass and bumped his outter thigh with her hip. Damn their height difference. Molly looked to Savannah, to see if she followed or if she had found better entertainment. At the same time she noticed Chelsy roller skating away from a table where Scotty sat.
Molly sipped from her straw and grinned. "Can I trust you two to have a dance? I'm going to seek my own partner."