Ibani sets her glass and the bottle next to his out of the way, then eagerly takes his hands and follows him in.

It takes her a few moments to get it right, to get her reflexes where she needs them to be. She can feel the dance, the minds of so many focused on one thing. It's something like the sense a bird in a flock or a fish in a school has of the whole, what allows them to move almost as if they were a single creature.

The Force flows through all things after all, and they are both sensitive to that.

Ibani laughs joyfully as they move, spinning around and weaving in and out of the other couples.