Amber grinned right back at him, and did a little twirl. "It's hot, right?" She let him have his eyeful before moving back to wrap herself around him under the pretext of dancing.

"So, having a good night?" Being on the Events Committee meant Amber felt some sort of pride at stake about people having a good time-- not that any of the good ideas (like the falling snow or fairies on the tree) had been hers. Plus, it was Charlie. Why shouldn't he have a good night!