They’d turned the lights on and stopped the music and were waiting for his answer.
- You were touching her thighs on the dancefloor, said the big lady from downstairs who had slimmed down but was still quite big. She handled customer complaints.
- How do you plead?
- Not guilty, he said
- Are you sure? We have several witnesses. Some not drunk. One girl has only had one Pepsi all night.
It was true. He’d tried to get her a glass of wine, but she’d declined. He dragged her onto the dancefloor instead, convincing her she could not not dance to “Groove Is In The Heart”. Sadly, she found it very easy to not dance, and returned swiftly to her soft drink. That’s when he bumped into the girl in the red dress, the graphic designer from upstairs. It was just a gentle, inadvertent bump, part of his shimmy, but it almost made her boobs fall out of her dress.
- I’m sorry, he said, trying to look like all he’d done was tread on her toe. Which, come to think of it, he had also done.
She pulled her dress back up, in time to the beat. - No problem. I won’t hold it against you.
- That’s funny, he said, because I was just about to say –
He never did finish the line because “Love Shack” came on and it was her favourite song ever, and even though he had never thought of it as a song one could grind to she showed it was very possible.