[He sees your elbow nudge and raises you a knee bumped up against your thigh and a shoulder check. This is not a war you will win. Especially since he's riding high on three, count 'em, three phone numbers, a promise of five more dances, two shots of something fruity and glowing, and a good beer at the beginning of the night.

Nothing North can do can bring him down. Not even when he starts being a jackass right back- because when North sasses back? York has won. Really. This is winning.

He's dragged North down to his level. That's what winning is all about, man.]

Wha- why? [This is the face of innocence. Really. Utter innocence.] Come on, Susan was a lovely lady and Gary only tried to grope you twice! I think that counts as an enjoyable evening at the club.