Her laughter was light and bubbly as he swept her up in his embrace, and oh how nice his thick arms felt around her. Big, built men had always been her weakness, and Oliver was no different.
"Only once more? But I've only just started," she retorted, pouting a bit more. She wanted, and she was just drunk enough to be able to ignore the reasons she shouldn't, and his hand was on her, even if it was in a frustratingly proper spot.
"Oooh, bubbly!" She wasn't normally a big champagne fan, but she was drunk and it was more alcohol, and that seemed like a really great idea just then. She took the bottle from him and brought it to her lips, taking a larger pull from it than she might have if she were less inebriated. The flavor was mild and difficult to distinguish with as much as she'd already had to drink, but she wasn't complaining.
After handing the bottle back to him, expecting him to do something with it so that his hands would be free for them to dance, wanting both of his hands on her. One of her hands slid over his arm, humming a bit at the taut muscles under her fingers, and then grasped his hand, tugging him a bit as she took a step back. "Let's dance!" she suggested eagerly.