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gallen moved through the crowed following Gaius. though short Gallen seemed to move pretty well in and out till the group got to a place to dance. Gallen looked up at Gaius. sigh another tall person, why was he so short.

SO THIS WHERE WE ALL GOING TO DANCE??

He shouted over the loud music

Gallen, though quiet uncomfortable started to try his hand at dancing. Remembering how bad he was in the past, yet he seemed to be doing pretty well, and he felt more balanced and was not bumping into others on the floor. Almost like a 6th senses or like he had started to develop cat like reflexes.

Sophie watched the crowd with a glazed stare, not really paying attention to them at all. In truth, she was replaying what had just happened in her mind. For that one moment...No. No, no, no. She had to be imagining it. Sophie Cherise Bell was not wooed by a pair of eyes, nor did she dance, and absolutely could not intake alcohol in any way, shape, or form.

In other words, she needed a drink.

In the spur of the moment, she shuffled behind the counter once again, her fingers closing around the neck of the bottle she was looking for. Lifting it up, though, she realized one thing too late: she didn't know how to mix drinks. With eyes akin to that of a lost puppy, she looked out to where Gaius was and nearly whimpered, but found he was already pre-occupied.

What good was taking Chemistry in high school if a person couldn't experiment?

Pouring the last remaining contents of orange juice into a small glass, she carefully poured in what she thought was a small amount of vodka, which was actually a generous amount. She swished the glass around to thoroughly mix the contents, and with a slightly forlorn look at having giving in to night's splendors, gulped it down. Of course, upon contact with her tastebuds, she nearly gagged, but managed to swallow it anyway, wiping her lips as she looked back at the crowd.

The time bomb had been set: the only question was, would she venture out first, or would someone come for her? She attempted to ponder further, but her mind was already beginning to fog.

Oh, the joys of a party.

Sophie blushed, looking the other way for a moment. "I-uhm...." Even as the vodka began taking control of her senses, and the desire to do something stupid grew, one small voice still managed to squeak in her head: I told you so, Now you've done it, I hope you think about this tommorow morning. But, with a wave of warm good feelings, the voice was gone, and Sophie smiled, even if the grin was still a tad meek.

"I suppose a dance or two couldn't hurt much, eh?"

Using Gaius's shoulder as a hold, she pulled herself from her chair, nearly falling forward with the momentum. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist for support until she could stand on her own, eyes still heavy-lidded. She yawned, then proceeded to make her way to the dance floor, looking back at Gaius as in expectance to follow. It was nearly impossible to tell if she was simply drunk, or was actually flirting with him. Maybe it was both.

Sophie wasn't the only one blushing. The sudden close contact as she caught his waist made his heart flip. He could feel his face burning, but Sophie didn't seem to notice and propelled herself towards the dance floor, then looked back at him. If there was any subtle flirting, it went clear over Gaius's foggy head, but he couldn't help but feel drawn after her, following in her wake back out onto the dance floor.

He flashed Gallen a silly grin in response to the greeting, then turned back to Sophie, hesitant to start anything despite his inebriated state. He glanced around to note where the others were, wondering if he should just start dancing again or if he should wait for Sophie to make a move...

"Uh, yeah!" Gaius flashed a sheepish smile. Kicking his mind back into gear, he began a rhythmic swaying of sorts and shifted his weight between his feet.

"Last dance I was at was... wow, I think it was High School!" He laughed over the blaring music. "I can't believe it's been that long! Guess I just wasn't into that kind of stuff in college. Kinda feel bad for missing -" His rambling was cut off as he watched wide-eyed as Sophie suddenly collapsed to the floor. If he'd been faster on the uptake, he would have tried to catch her, but as it was he was instantly on his knees beside her, patting her cheek anxiously. Somehow he even remembered her name. "Sophie? Sophie!"

Threads of panic gripped his chest. She seemed to be breathing, and he could feel her pulse was steady. For all apearances, she looked to be asleep. What was wrong then? Why had she suddenly collapsed? All the stairing dancers around them forgotten and unable to think straight, Gaius shook Sophie's shoulders vigorously and called her name, continuing his efforts to rouse her.

Sophie's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, the world was a blur to her. But slowly, things came into focus. However, it wasn't Gaius's face she saw in the dim lighting. She almost cried out to the person she saw, but after a moment more, she didn't see the childhood friend. Instead of Dillon's face, it was Gaius.

"I...I passed out, didn't I?" With that realization, she scrambled to her feet, nearly topsiding over in the process. She shook her head, shaking off the sleepiness but not shaking off tha buzz. "I am so sorry...I should've mentioned stuff like this happens...I am really, really sorry." She placed a hand on his shoulder, partially to calm her nerves, and partially to hold herself up: her ankle was sore after falling.

"...You know what? This was a bad idea. I gotta go."