Jim finds him settled not far beneath the pulsing lights, his gaze dropping naturally to the sway of his hips. The sight is strangely hypnotic, and Jim drifts in it for a time, not quite noticing his own quickened breath until a voice in his ear makes him jump.

"Your boyfriend's pretty good," the bartender says.

Jim raises a brow. "He's my best friend!" he shouts back. "He's helping me find a date!"

"Looks like he's finding himself one," the bartender replies, sliding another shot across the bar as if Jim needs it. He doesn't. He doesn't, but he takes it anyway, looking back to the dance floor to see what Bones' partner is doing.