"Should have known your need to showboat can't be contained." Ty teased, but Kira was warm pressed against his arm, and he felt pleasantly pleased by everything, the few mini-bottles of alcohol enough to exacerbate his easy-going manner. He plodded towards the stairs that fed down into the station, laughing at Kira's observation.

"The only way I'm dancing is if I drink enough." He told Kira seriously, because while they may agree and get along about many things, dancing was never going to be one of them. Ty only knew it as being a rigid, formal thing, something he'd been encouraged to do as a kid and now associated with rules and holding his elbows up and stepping on Delilah's feet so much she had nearly murdered him. No real pleasant associations, except when it came to dancing with Kira, he supposed.

"Besides, does it really matter if she does? I can make my own decisions." But Kira was becoming a bigger and bigger factor in those decisions, and they all knew it.