Clara and Tanek
"I don't know," Tanek said with a shrug. "If they are, they're not spiked as badly as the ginger ale one." He nodded at her. "I'm going stag, which sounds loser-y than going alone, I'm guessing." He swallowed, trying to figure out how to say this the best way he could. "You... You look very pretty tonight."
He made an and oddly formal bow and the extended his hands towards him. "May I have this dance?"