beverly & stan
The shot went down easily - chilled, elegant, a bit of sour to boot. It gave her a shiver, and when Stan took her hand she was definitely ready to dance. "I doubt you're that bad," Beverly laughed. Either way, she was eager to find out. It wasn't like the Losers' house had a ton of furniture - or at least, not yet - so they didn't need to shove couches or tables out of the way to make room for a dance floor. There was plenty of room to move and groove.
Holiday tunes from the rather impressive record collection were a nice touch (very festive, of course). She spun in delicate circles, fiery hair spinning out and bouncing too; the way the hanging lights twinkled looked blurrier this way, with good vibes flowing, and her muscles were so...relaxed. Anchoring in closer, she draped her arms over Stan's shoulders and around his neck. "You can just sway with me - didn't we dance that way in middle school?"