John | Kitty
"She's going to." John confirmed. There was no way she couldn't and if she didn't, then that was just not fair. Speaking of such, John was not looking forward to his nightmare hangover. At least he was waking up with Kitty the next morning. "Whaaaat. Nah, guuuurl." John exaggerated. "She's too chaotic in this state. Who knows what trouble she'd get in!"
"Well let us dance!" John exclaimed loudly.
Though once they hit the dance floor, and she wrapped her arms on him, John took the moment to straighten his intoxicated mind a bit to match her moves a bit and flow of the music. The way she was on him, it was sweet and just hinted with a little teas- never mind. John snorted out a laugh as she broke out his dance on him. Laughing loud he then matched her ridiculous sprinkler with a good ole fashioned "Running Man".