A quiet celebration.

[Rodent]

Lewis chuckled softly. "Was just watching them dance. Reminded me of old days...And I think I'll join there as well. And put in some music of my own."

He got up and put in a few words with Mehndi, who'd just finished singing and had stepped down from the stage. He then took off his jacket, hung it carefully on a chair and walked on the dance floor, as this started playing. nice and explosive, as he liked it.

Walking up to Cahoone and Greenson, he said quietly as the music lulled for a moment.

"Let's dance."

And then the music picked up, and Lewis pulled out old and crazy moves from memory. He was no longer as fast as he used to be, but he could still move, and dancing felt oddly...therapeutic.

***

Mehndi stood and watched as Lewis walked up, then started dancing with some sick moves. He laughed loudly and downed another drink. The music was loud beats and violent rhythms, and he was starting to feel a little woozy. Just right.

He started walking to the dance floor, and slapped a man on the back, not realising it was Admiral Hale. he then said in his ear...

"Damn the old man has moves. Come on friend, let's join him and shake up the floor!"

Not waiting for a response, he simply joined Lewis and company on the dance floor and began moving, the way only punjabis could.