Tray just rolled his eyes at that one. He knew how he could rile a crowd. That was half the reason Mickey hired him. Mickey told him he was good for business as a looker. He wanted to make sure he was out front where he attracted people's attention. This of course did wonders in the world of Tray's big head, as if he needed anymore cockiness to begin with.
Tray jumped out would have taken the lead no matter what. It was just somehow in his nature to be so. He marched out in front of her with a few side-steps then slammed him head around in a circle and yelled at the crowd through cups hands to make a mega-phone. "Tray's hitting the floor! Move aside!" The regulars there knew Tray all too well. Tray pulled a move right to the club stomping beat, lifting his T up, pulling it over his head, leaving it set behind his neck, showing off his torso, as he started to snake the line of his back. Lots of people there cheer and two splashed their drinks right at him to make him wet. Tray didn't seem phased at all, like this was a regular thing around there, and even encouraged it. "That all you got?!" He yelled pumping his fist in the air and doing a jump spin as he shimmied his way up to Kitty and started to grind down low against her. He didn't work in a dance club for nothing. He was there for doing far more than just pouring drink. "Shake it Sharpie. Shake it."