Either that or getting struck with the curse to boogie all of a sudden. No guarantees it'd make you a good dancer, though... what if you've got two left feet? That'd be terrible.

[ With a sorrowful shake of his head at the thought of being that embarrassing without any say in it, Lighter follows course, skirting the technicolor heat of the dancefloor. Past the restrooms, the main soiree hall lets out into the lobby, which is an overall... less raucous affair.

Not for nothing, he's a good driver. ]

Now, whether or not you want to trust the food itself is another question, but food's less of an optional thing.

[ A pause as he holds open the door. ]

Depending on who you ask.