Elisabeth could be 100% sober and still want to dance or sing, or both. She pouted and whined his name, drawing it out as she tilted her head back, eyes closed. "Why do you have to suck?" She giggled and opened her eyes to wink at Sam.
"I'll embarrass you. I'll totally start singing here and now until you join me," she warned, leaning across the table to point at him. A catchy tune played over them and she was already reacted, softly moving in her chair. No need to bust out any big moves yet. She just sort of swayed in place, moving her shoulders a lot. "'Sides, I'm here with you. Don't you want to make everyone else jealous? It's fun!" She loved going into bars, watching heads turn and then making them jealous by hanging on her boy. It was more enjoyable when said boy claimed her, keeping a possessive hold on her. Some sort of thrill.