Duke remained sitting as he watched her dance, taking a few more shots worth of swigs before he got up as well. He stayed on the floor and danced, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn't a sexual, stripper type of thing, he just didn't want to lose the beat but he was warming up and liked the feeling of his shirt flapping around him as he danced.
He bit on his lower lip, listening to her sing and drinking and dancing. Some nights he didn't need a ton of people around him; he had plenty of those nights. Some nights were good to just sit around, or dance, and drink with a close friend. Eventually he began using the bottle in his hand as a pretend microphone, even though he only moved his lips and no sound came out.