finnwiththelights:
“You killed it on the dance floor as always,” Finn said as he patted lightly on Mike’s back. He himself was probably one of the worst dancers to exist, so he definitely enjoyed watching others do their thing than being out there. “The crowd around the floor got so much bigger when you started busting out your moves.” He let out a laugh, handing him a bottle of beer. “Here, you earned it.” @fleetfooteddanceninja
“Thank you, thank you!” Laughing lightly, he accepted the beer from Finn’s hand and gave a deep bow. “I do try my best to be the life of the party,” he joked. In all honesty, Mike was definitely not the wildest party animal out there, it being far more likely for him to be watching over friends and making sure they didn’t somehow injure themselves in their drunken stupors. But still, his affinity for dance was definitely infectious and his skill at getting others wanting to bust a move with him was unrivaled. “I’m thinking we need to get a few more drinks in you, buddy,” he grinned, patting Finn on the back good-naturedly. “Not too many, just enough to get you willing to get out there dancing, too.”