*James takes a second shot and barely manages to set it down before being tugged away from the bar. He stumbles a bit, and uses Lily to regain his balance. Maybe that second shot wasn't the greatest idea.
However, Lily's words put him at ease; at least her expectations weren't high.*

If it's shit dancing you like, it's shit dancing you shall receive. I distinctly remember one girl comparing me to a wriggling flobberworm-- that wasn't you, was it?