He held her until they both seemed more stable, and then led her out of the alley into the light. The street was busy, with people laughing and talking and walking by. His arm was still about her.
"Well, I did work on my dancing skills, back in 3rd year. And I have tough feet. So I am guessing we are the perfect match," he added with a smile, "No need to fret. The music should be good. I've heard this it the place to go to," he added as he pointed at a marque just up the block. There were stairs leading down into the infamous jazz joint.