She wanted to spend a moment like that, in his embrace, and pretend the rest of everything didn't exist. He was hers and she was his. Except it wasn't that way here, and even in her drunken state she knew that.

Finally, she pulled away, taking a moment to brush her hair back into some semblance of order and pretend that everything was cool.

"We should talk. We need to talk. Not today. Tomorrow. When I can think straight and the world isn't trying to pull me down." Because she felt like gravity was increasing on her right now. No really.

"But for now, how about that dance?"