She looks lovely with the pink in her cheeks, and he doesn't care if it's from the crowded room or the alcohol or his fingers brushing her cheek. It'll probably be even better after they've danced to a few songs and had another drink and can't quite seem to keep their hands off each other.

Well-- Monty can never keep his hands to himself. He's just hoping she won't be, either.

He waits for her to finish her drink, a little bit impressed by how she chugs it like a champ. He might be a little more impressed if it weren't a wine cooler, but he's willing to give her a little leeway given that this likely isn't her scene. It is, however, Monty's, and he's thriving about as well as one would expect surrounded by liquor and music and gorgeous people.

This time, she reaches for his hand, and he's absolutely thrilled by it. His fingers curl around her's, cheeks dimpling with a smile as he tugs her towards the crowd of dancers. "I might have skipped most of lit, but I did pick up a thing or two at boarding school."

Granted, that was a different kind of dancing than what they're about to do. He learned this kind of dancing at boarding school too, just in the woods during bonfire parties instead of in the dance hall.