"Hey, no picking up people who you're banning me from," McCoy protests, eyes a touch wild for the idea that he's gonna end up swarming through people here on his own while Jim goes home with the man who probably knows all the good drinks. He's opening his mouth to argue some more when someone wanders up and offers him a drink and a dance.

And sure, McCoy's not sure about the dance part, but if it comes with a drink, he's willing to give it a try. "Sure," he says, not sure what the hell he's doing, but why not? He gives Jim a shrug and lets himself get tugged into the throng of people on the floor, heart beating faster in a mix of anxiety and adrenaline.