When the two collided, Seifer extended one arm in an attempt to keep from going down due to lost balance. Which was mildly embarrassing in and of itself, nearly getting taken down by a girl he stood head and shoulders taller than. At least she hadn't spilt her drink all over them -- he only had about three shirts, one pair of pants, and not enough quarters to manage to do any sort of laundry this week. Going through the next couple of days and smelling like alcohol? Always fun.
The person his arm had brushed up against, however, wasn't so smooth in keeping what they were drinking from pouring out all over the place. "What the hell, man! one of them shouted, shoving Seifer back as if it had been his intention in the first place to cause trouble. The drunk was pretty tall, someone that could probably make knocking down a full grown man seem less embarrassing given their sizes. Of course, now he was pushed up even more uncomfortably against Dawn than they had been in the first place.
After casting an icy glare over his shoulder at the group who seemed to be settling, Seifer's green-hued gaze fell on the girl for the first time. It still took a second before his eyes found hers, though. Suffice it to say he was one of the guys easily interested by her top. Suddenly, the uncomfortable closeness became a bit more comfortable.
"Don't worry about it," he managed to speak over the music. The whole floor was like one big speaker turned up to ten. Placing one hand on one of her hips and shifting them around so they could pass where there wasn't actually space to properly do so, Seifer used his other hand to brush a thick strand of blonde hair back from his face. Then he leaned down, moving his lips closer to her ear so he didn't have to shout. "I didn't see you there, either."