[ there's not, huh... that's kind of familiar. the road had been wobbly too, hadn't it. ]

Fighting and dancing are the same. That's why... I can't say.

[ wow. she's better at keeping this secret drunk than she is sober. anyway let her... gently slide off this stool... carefully. the vague understanding that it hit like a truck, and that she shouldn't have accepted another drink tonight, is very much there. but she doesn't want to dance with someone she doesn't know, and-- ]

If we're both not experienced, then I don't feel so bad.

[ in her effort to take a hand she's more got a palm on his knee, but it's fine, she's looking up at him with her reddened face and hopeful eyes. the dance doesn't seem so bad. it's nothing fancy footwork wise, just more for couples who want an excuse to keep their hands on each other, but it is yet another experience she'd like and can't imagine who else she'd bring to a bar.

besides, they're already here. what's the harm? ]

Just one?

[ he should say no. ]