She took his arm as soon as he offered it to her, glad to have at least some distraction at this party. Maybe if she could keep her mind off of things for a while, she could actually have a passable time here. She let out a soft laugh as he spoke, but it quickly sobered up when he started apologizing. Victoria squeezed his arm lightly.
"Trust me, you're not the only one who's appreciating the attention." She wasn't sure if it was because her brother's death had made her feel terrible, or if she was actually radiating an aura that offended the senses of most men, but she hadn't exactly had many offers of dates or dinner since his death. Being a single mum didn't help much with that either, she was sure.
"I doubt you can make a fool of yourself around me. I'm pretty hard to impress in that regard," she mused, shifting once they'd gotten onto the dance floor to loop her arms around his neck. "Once you've seen someone fly head-first into a barstool after getting flung off a magically-enhanced mechanical bull, nobody looks that silly. And as for the dancing style -- I don't think anyone here seems much into country music. I wouldn't want everyone else to have to stand around looking like idiots."
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