TJ had almost forced Nikki into coming to this party. Well, not so much as force, as simply invite him to go. Nikki was unable to say 'no' to a roommate who was so kind to him. No was just not in his vocabulary, it was not understood as an option. Thus, here he was, to be polite.
He was having a Cranberry Vodka, minus the vodka. Attempting to fit in among the drunks, with headphones in his ears, the IPod TJ had got him for Christmas blaring the sweet sounds of Bach. Nikki did not even realize when he had jumped up onto the table, going up on his toes in a move similar to what Michael Jackson would make, rocking on the tips of his toes back and forth.
To him, there was no one else in the room but the music and the beat it took on. There was a little voice in the back of his head screaming that he might be messing up something that was TJ's but that was blared out by the need to simply move.