Re: The Bar: several drinks in
The man's hand spread low across her back, and she was grateful for its steadying presence. She likely could have made her way through the space without that support, but it was so much better when she had it. And it gave her an excuse (though she didn't actually need one) to step closer once they reached an open space to dance. In that moment, she was too forward, and she moved in towards him until she pressed along his front. Toes covered in knit socks for warmth, they nudged at the edges of his shoes as the two of them began to dance.
It was likely a good thing that he had the grace to lead, because she found herself with two unexpected left feet when they began to move, and she had to try to stop thinking about where to step next and instead simply let him decide. It was strange to be led around, even if it was just around a dance floor, and it was a feeling that filed itself away in the back of her mind. Her hands were delicately light where they rested in his hand and on his shoulder, but they were strong enough to keep herself held against his body. "This is nice..." she whispered, just loud enough to hear over the music.