"What the hell?!" Bridget didn't normally have a problem with cute guys getting up on table tops and dancing. She figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander and if the girls did it then the boys should have equal time. Given her condition though Bridget was more concerned about the drunk toppling onto her on his way to the floor. Ordinarily that might give her some bruises and a headache, but right now it could kill her.
"Hey buddy, not that I don't like the view but how about dancing someplace else ok?"