"Yo send down another drink for my lady friend, her glass is empty, her glass should never be empty!" Denmark banged on the clubs counter to get the bartender's attention. "Did you not hear me man, a drink."

"I hear you just fine, now calm down." Norway filled your cup to the brim with your favorite drink. "You'd better keep an eye on him, he can get a little hard to handle when he gets drunk. Trust me, I know."

Denmark through an almost full glass of alcohol at Norway. "Who you calling hard to handle? I show you hard to handle! Now get me another drink." Denmark turned around in his seat and looked at you. "Actually, I have a better idea. You want to dance?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you and took your hand in his.

You felt rather bad for Norway, so getting Denmark away from him for a moment sounded like a good idea to you. You nodded and smiled. "Sure, that be fine."

"I thought you might agree." He rushed you out to the dance floor and began dancing, if you wanted to call it that.  It looked more like a strange kind of demonic ritual. He was flailing his arms in every direction while thrusting his hips in your against your backside. "What's the matter? You not drink enough to feel the beat? Come on, get with it." Denmark wrapped his arms tightly around your waste from behind and continued his strange form of dancing.

"Oh I drank plenty, but I don't think any amount of alcohol would make me dance the way you do." You let out a little laugh.

"True, true, my dancing skills are pretty awesome, you'd probably need years and years of practice to get as good as I am." He flipped you out of his arms and gave you a little twirl, pulling you back to him and kissing you on the mouth. "Still, you're not half bad, so I guess I shouldn't complain." He placed another kiss on your lips and changed his speed to match the slower song. "Why are they playing such a slow song at the club? It's not seniors night is it?" He sighed.

"It's not really that slow you know, and I think I prefer to dance with you like this anyway." You placed your head on his shoulder. "You can't tell how drunk you are this way."

"What, I'm not... Okay, maybe a little, but I'm not that bad am I?" He looked slightly worried. "I mean, is it that noticeable?"

You snuggled him tight. "Oh yeah, you're pretty bad."

He stopped dancing with you and kissed your nose. "Well if I'm that drunk, you know what that means right?"

"That I'll be driving you home? You're going to have a massive hang over? Or that your dancing skills really aren't that great?"

"Well, yeah, that for sure,  but you'll have to stay with me too, at my house. No telling what kind of trouble I could get into alone, and drunk. It would be completely irresponsible for you to leave me home all by myself." He was smiling wickedly at you, he knew you wouldn't leave him now. "Don't you think so?"

You sighed and hung your head. "I guess your right."

Denmark squeezed you tighter. "Score, you're mine tonight. Wait, what did you say about my dancing skills?"