Kyle shook his head, a deliberate gesture that set his head spinning enough that he immediately stopped. "Nope," he said, popping his lips at the end of the word for emphasis. "I like dancing," he added, almost as an afterthought.
Inwardly Zach laughed. The artist was rather drunk, something he'd only witnessed from a distance. It was fitting though, the comfortable smile sitting better on his features than the worried frown Zach had seen before. "What about with me?" God help him if he did wind up dancing, he was doomed, but maybe Kyle would lead the way. Though it would likely involve far more contact than Zach was prepared for.
Kyle's eyes widened almost comically. "You want to dance with me?" he asked, needing to actually check that.
Zach felt his nerves rise, eyes looking away towards Ru, before looking back at Kyle. "Of course."
Kyle was inwardly surprised at that news, and had to wonder whether his gaydar was broken. Or something. Not that he saw Zach in that way, but straight guys generally didn't ask him to dance. Especially not straight guys like he'd thought Zach was a straight guy - all reticence and shyness and not really wanting to come to a costume party in the first place. "Sure," he said, out loud, proud of himself. He thought to himself, blurrily, that maybe he was getting slightly better at this whole drinking thing. He still had something of a brain-mouth filter. Of course, it didn't occur to him that actually it was the alcohol that was doing most of the thinking right now. Certainly about things being a good idea as he tossed his head back and swallowed the rest of his drink in one go. He coughed a little, but then straightened up. "I'm all yours - lead the way," he declared - though he didn't actually wait for Zach to do that, instead taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the dance floor.
That had worked far better than Zach would have expected. He really thought he'd have to fight Kyle more or persuade him more, but instead Kyle was just finishing his drink and dragging Zach with him towards where the others were dancing. There was the glaring hole in the plan that meant he would be forced to dance and standing there was not an option. Zach could feel his heart rate go up faster, blaming that on being faced with having to dance and not Kyle's hand around his wrist and the skin getting warmer there.
Kyle found them an empty space near the edge of the dancefloor - given that they were both be-winged, they needed the room, even he knew that in his inebriated state. He twirled round on Zach and let go of his hand, falling into a rhythm and dancing in a way that was more platonic dancing-alongside-someone than actually dancing with them, not getting too close.
And as expected, Zach found himself stuck. He wasn't sure what he was doing and the only thing that got his limbs slightly moving to match Kyle's was the drink in his hand that he took a much larger swig of what was left. This was the harder part, but he hoped drunken Kyle was fine to help him along.