Tony the little | Carol
Tony shrugged, "Anything that I had when I was young was something I built myself." He told her, his parents maybe - but that was a whole other can of worms that he was definitely not opening tonight, not when there was drinking to do and dancing to be done.
And that's exactly what he was planning on doing, especially now that he'd gotten Carol to agree to a turn around the makeshift dance floor. He grinned as he started moving to the music, giving her a little space to find her own groove before it became obvious that she was freezing up.
"Come on, you gotta know a couple moves." He prompted her.
"How about the sprinkler?" He suggested, lifting an arm and placing one hand behind his head and with the other extended mimicking the movement of what he'd heard sprinklers moved like - not that they'd had anything of the sort where he was from. The move prevailed though. "Or the lawnmower?" He held one hand out in front of him and then with the other pulled on an invisible string before he had both hands held out in front of him and he circled with his little imaginary lawn mower around her.
"Or the macarena?" He said going through the motions - sure it wasn't the right song for it, but it got you moving and that was what was important. And really Tony was entirely unworried about how he might look in that moment, just enjoying himself.