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[b]Tobias' Gala - Dance Floor[/b]
[i]"Heeey, woudlja look at that!"[/i]

Moira allowed herself to be steered away from Dylan, somewhat curious as to what exactly Amy was talking about. She had already pretty much forgotten what she was accusing Dylan of, so it was no big deal. She staggered a little, still easily dwarfed by them both even in her heels, before squinting in the direction Amy was cackling at.

Wait, was that...? And with her... "Who the fuck is that?!" she bellowed, not quite realising the volume of her own voice. If he was the type to sweep her off her feet, she could picture it. If he was whirling her around the dance floor at terrific speeds with precision and skill. But... he wasn't. He was bumbling and fumbling, hesitating and talking a lot, even if they were pretty obviously out of earshot. What?!

Was he bleeding?!

"Did he try anythin'?!" Moira looked to the others. There was no denying that Estelle could defend herself, especially against a spinless looking welp like that. Maybe she socked him in the honker. Moira would have. There was one thing she was sure of though.

Estelle looked awkward as hell. Right. "Ey, reckon I should punch him too?"

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Syed took a deep sigh, before removing a hand from one of his pockets and stepping forward. "Estelle?" He called, waving his arm above his head. He didn't have the volume in his voice that Moira had, but his height would certainly play to his advantage here. "Estelle! Come on, you... uh... promised me a dance, remember?" he cringed a little, fully aware of how flimsy his words sounded. Damn.

"Don't do or say anything," he muttered to Moira, who folded her arms with a scowl. Pah! Of course, there was no such promise. But if Estelle needed the lifeline to get out of there, here it was.