Carol says that you'd love to dance

"Oh, I'm flattered but..." you started.

Carol cut you off almost immediately by nearly shoving you off of your chair.

"She'd love to!" Carol exclaimed, before lowering her voice and whispering in your ear. "Go have fun, I'll keep the table warm."

"But I don't..." you tried to explain, but the man grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the dance floor as quickly as your heels could make it.

As you observed the other dancers on the floor, and the music that was playing, the current dance was a rather impersonal one, with limited touching, only holding hands, so you weren't entirely opposed to it. You think that it's called jive, but you aren't sure.

"I'm Henry." the man said as he searched for an open spot on the dance floor.

"Erica." you replied. "But listen, I don't really..."

"Let's dance!" Henry exclaimed and grabbed your hands, starting to dance the jive.

It took a few seconds, but you managed to learn the steps, easier than if you hadn't had everyone around you dancing the same dance. In another life, you might have considered this fun, but given that you could feel the fluttering of your skirt and were staring at another man, you weren't entirely enthused with the entire situation.

Unfortunately, the natural release of endorphins during the dancing were causing you to smile, and the drinks were making you find the situation tolerable even if you really didn't want to. Once the fast jive music ended, the band began playing a different song and