[Loner]

"Wearing out faster than I anticipated," he said, offering her a faint smile. To be fair, Michael hadn't expected to run out of air quite so fast - he was quickly beginning to appreciate just how fast dancing could take your breath away. There were still couples enjoying the pulse of the dance floor around them, but the energy, while contagious, was fading.

"We can turn in if you want," he replied, somewhat breathlessly, giving her hand a quick squeeze. "It was more of a workout than I thought it would be," he added, giving her a quick kiss as they made their way back to their table. And it had been too; for while Michael didn't consider himself out of shape, dancing was only a few hairs below some of the karate classes he remembered taking during high school - very intense, and a lot more aerobic than he would have otherwise thought.

Still very exhilarating though - in some places more than others. Sipping the last of his beer after they'd made their way back to their table, even though it had warmed somewhat, he offered his arm to his girlfriend, and eyed the door. "Your place or mine?" he asked, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face and offering her a chaste kiss. "It looks like it's getting close to closing time, so we need to go somewhere."