Carol / Constantine
She didn't have to be looking for John -- just like he hadn't really been looking for her. Not because he didn't want to see her, just because he figured he'd mingle and run into her eventually that way. It seemed to be the way of things.
But he was glad he'd found her. And she was, apparently, glad to have found him. It didn't strike him too odd she was dancing -- Carol was a bit red on the nose and her drink was sloshing and -- she was lovely.
And dancing seemed like a mighty fine idea, really.
So he let himself be dragged out with her, laughing too, because hadn't he just been telling Peter he wasn't about it? But here he was, and the music was some sort of 80's pop tune that he'd forgotten the name of years ago but had one of those new wave beats that dated itself and transcended time all at once.
It was pretty easy to be carried along with that music. "You're having a good time!" And maybe he said it too loudly but the music was loud, okay.