Ages back, McCoy picked up on dancing real easily. He had a lot of family parties to start at, then Jocelyn had taken him out to enough dance clubs for him to learn. The trick is letting all the stress go, but he's got a halfway there solution for that, finishing his drink as he idly wraps his arm around the guy's waist and moves slowly, eyes downcast as he manages to pick up the rhythm, not so much grinding as he just works his hips with the beat, sliding in with the crowd.