Damn, Samson thought, man's got moves. And he was not the only one who thought so, as evident by the stares Vincent was attracting. Attention from a hot guy was always nice, especially so when said guy earned you envious stares from everyone else in the club. Samson usually had to work a little harder for this kind of attention - he was no gym bunny, his body veered more towards too skinny than too hot.
Vincent? Obviously worked out.
When Samson moved in closer, he felt Vincent's arm wrap around him. That was... nice. The other guy started dancing more sensually, coming closer and closer, and Samson could smell him - strong, musk, some kind of... expensive perfume, maybe? - and that was kind of great. Samson had pulled out this move to entice Vincent, but he was kind of the one being enticed.
Yeah, he'd had enough rum to be stupid.
"So," he said, smirking backwards, "you know how to dance, Vinnie." Vincent was born to lead, and Samson followed it, realizing that dancing with somebody who knew what he was doing actually made you better at this. "Do you live around here?"