sa　shook　her　head。　“That’s　okay；”　she　said。　“You　go。”

“Dan？”　Serena　said；　tugging　on　his　jacket　sleeve。　“e　on！”

Dan　never；　ever　danced。　He　was　bad　at　it；　and　it　made　him　feel　like

a　goofball。　He　hesitated；　glancing　at　Vanessa；　who　raised　her　black

eyebrows；　challenging　him。　If　you　get　up　and　dance　right　now；　you

will　go　straight　to　the　top　of　my　loser　list；　her　look　said。

Dan　stood　up。　“Sure；　why　not；”　he　said。

Serena　grabbed　his　hand　and　pushed　her　way　into　the　gyrating

throng　with　Dan　stumbling　after　her。　Then　Serena　began　to　dance；

her　arms　raised　over　her　head；　kicking　her　feet　out　in　front　of　her

and　shaking　her　shoulders。　She　definitely　knew　how　to　dance。

Dan　nodded　his　head　up　and　down　and　waggled　his　knees　in　time　to

the　beat；　watching　her。

Serena　reached　out　and　clasped　Dan’s　hips；　rocking　them　back　and

forth　and　around　and　around；　mimicking　what　her　hips　were　doing

all　on　their　own。　Dan　laughed　and　Serena　smiled　and　closed　her

eyes；　getting　seriously　down。　Dan　closed　his　eyes　too；　letting　his

body　follow　hers。　It　really　didn’t　matter　that　he　danced　like　a　moron；

or　that　he　was　the　only　one　in　the　room　wearing　a　tuxedo—probably

the　only　one　in　Williamsburg。　He　was　with　her；　and　that　was　what

mattered。

Alone　at　the　table；　Vanessa　finished　first　her　drink　and　then　Dan’s。

Then　she　got　up　and　went　to　sit　down　at　the　bar