If Oscar weren't shnockered out of his mind, he would have probably understood what Skyler meant by 'other things'. Instead he just absent mindedly wiggled his eyebrows back before laughing as a reaction to her snort. What a wacky girl this was. As Skyler lead him onto the dance floor he did not resist. However, even while intoxicated Oscar would have a negative impulse toward dancing.

He swayed a little at first, trying to look casual as the persistent beat surged through his chest. Skyler seemed to have a much easier time of it, and challenged Oscar to show off his own moves. Oscar was reluctant, he felt quite comfortable just swaying. Even so, he did not wish to lose the Captain's attention. Thus he swallowed his pride and began to actually dance.

He channeled his party twink rave days, moving his arms in a fluid motion as he kept up to the beat. It was hypnotic, resembling vaguely the art of vogueing. It took years of practice to make this look good, an inexperienced dancer would just appear as if they were flailing about. Not Oscar, he was fabulous as he rhythmically moved along side Skyler. 

While this was Oscar's best form of dancing available to him, it would have the unintended effect of revealing a lesser known fact about him to Skyler. Turns out, Oscar might be batting for the other team--as the kids say. Of course, she might be too drunk to even notice. 

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As Skyler began emulating Oscar's movements, he could not help but smile. Her movements reminded him of when he first tried this dance, wiggling about like a beached magikarp. He didn't say anything, he was too amused to ruin this spectacle. However her wild flailing would bring unforeseen consequences, as Skyler would end up smacking a rather burly looking patron.

There was a moment of dread as the man looked to them, the world seemed to stand still as his eyes burrowed into their heads. The tension was broken by Oscar bursting into laughter, which did nothing to calm the man's fury. Skyler grabbed Oscar and began to drag him away, all while he continued to chuckle like a giddy child. They went deeper into the dance floor, quickly becoming engulfed by carefree revelers.

As they stopped where the dancing was thickest, Oscar looked back. The man was just tall enough to see over the heads of the other dancers, and he seemed to be heading off the dance floor and toward the bathroom. Oscar scoffed, "Well that takes care of that for now, though we better stay clear of him for the rest of the night." Oscar had to raise his voice to be heard over the music, though as he turned toward Skyler he would realize that it might be easier for her to hear him than he anticipated.

Due to the high density of dancing humans, it would force the two to be uncomfortably close. Oscar's heart skipped as he realized just how close they were, nearly pressed against one another. Oscar's gaze lingered for just a moment, maybe it was the drinks talking but Captain Skyler looked--Oscar cleared his throat, "M-maybe we should find a way off the dance floor!"

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Oscar did not resist as Skyler lead him away. Mostly because he could barely comprehend where he was. As the seconds ticked by, Oscar became more and more disoriented, which could clearly be seen by his eyes wandering around his blurry surroundings dreamily. As he plopped himself at the bar, he stared off into the vast abyss of his mind before looking to Skyler. He laughed harder than he probably should have at her flower crown, "The perfect crown for the queen of drinking!" 

The cocktails arrived, and Oscar grasped for it hurriedly. He chugged it down, barely tasting the drink as he put the glass back onto the bar. He looked to Skyler once more, swaying gently as the world around him blurred further. "Y'know funny story, I once went to a club where--"

Oscar stopped midsentence, or at least he thought he did. The world came back into focus, and he was very suddenly somewhere else. They were now at a proper bar, dimly lit with soft jazz music playing over speakers. His tie was missing, and his hair was somehow crazier than before. Oscar scratched his head, "What--where are we?" 

He looked to Skyler, who had changed very little besides losing her crown and having similarly messy hair. Oscar glanced at the clock, and three hours had apparently passed. "Twelve AM, not nearly enough to call it quits. Two cocktails!" The bartender nodded, delivering yet more drinks for them to consume. Oscar swayed as he grabbed the glass. "What'd I miss?" he asked as he took a gentle sip. The sweetness masked the harsh vodka, this place must have been on the cheaper side.

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