Get out there and shake your money maker with Isabelle.

Downing a cup of beer for some liquid courage, Kenny suddenly realised that, actually, dancing was the best idea he had ever had. He had no idea why he hadn't realised that before. He wobbled out to the dance floor, and started to mix in with the others. While their dancing was more, how to say, co-ordinated, Kenny was attempting more of an advanced, perhaps ridiculous style of dance which mainly involved wiggling his body like a lava lamp and shaking his arms like he was holding maracas. To be honest, it was terrible, and the majority of the people on the floor tried to just avoid his weird movements. Isabelle, however, was laughing her perfect ass off at the scene, and decided she wanted in. She moved right in next to Kenny and started copying his weird routine, having the time of her life. Kenny laughed along with her, and the two danced themselves into a sweaty mess before Isabelle retreated to the side with Kenny following behind.

"Man, I dunno what kind of dance that's meant to be, but I like it!" Isabelle told Kenny, laughing and shining that radiant grin. "You don't think it was a little...dumb?" Kenny asked, swaying slightly from the drink and the dancing. She shook her head. "Everyone is so bothered about looking cool and showing off. No one just enjoys the music around here. I don't care if you can dance like a pro or you've never stepped on the floor in your life as long as you love to move." She moved in close to him and looked curiously up at his face. Kenny gulped loudly. She smelled sweetly, a mix of sweat and perfume. He could feel his head swimming, and his monster starting to feel its own particular rhythm. "Sure I've seen you around campus before. Don't really care though. I wanna dance some more. Do you want to-" Suddenly, her phone started ringing in her back pocket. She jolted, then reached back to check it. She tsked loudly and glared angrily at the screen. She started to mess around on her phone. "I'm sorry, I have to...deal with this...piece of shit..." She muttered angrily and stormed off. That's a shame. Things were going pretty well there. Maybe you could mix back in the dance floor, or go see what's upset Isabella?