Rudy did this. Now, Franki was not stupid. But she sis know when to filter out information. Why stress your brain on things that were absolutely irrelevant to you? And Rudy had a tendency to say things that Franki found irrelevant, not only by her standards, but for anyone who was not a rocket scientist or a muggle historian. Naturally, she had only teased about the cooties because she liked to make little jokes. She had not thought of the technicalities of the word.
So he turned her stare to Rudy, blinking exaggeratedly, her face rather blank. He caught on and abandoned the topic. She smiled, tapping his bottle. "Drink. Relax." He slid away after her bump, and he apologized. "It's alright. You're still jumpy after I brought up cooties- oh, sorry. I mean- 'a course in the natural history of bugs, lice, rats and etcetera, etcetera." She smiled more widely. "Alright, I'm done teasing. Promise."
He assured her he was not looking for a wife, and she quickly added, "Yet. You never know, dearest." Franki could not help herself with the affectionate names. Most people were lovely, dears, and loves to her. He seemed a little proud of the height. She noted to compliment him more on it. Perhaps it would give the poor boy some confidence, and maybe help him relax. "Of course I'm going to the Yule Ball- everyone goes to the Yule Ball!"
She took another long drink. Two more swallows and she could discard the bottle. He complained about the music and she continued dancing, hoping he would attempt it anyway. She paused her twisting to take another drink of her Firewhiskey. So close now. He gave up, citing his reason, and complimenting her dancing. "Thanks, but I'm not concerned about me!" She downed the last of the Firewhiskey- the effects of finishing it of so quickly spun the world slightly and she stood still a moment, before stepping forward the place the abandoned bottle on the edge of the stage.
She turned. "Alright... C'mere, then!" She smiled, and, though she had beckoned Rudy to her, stepped towards him. "Hear the beat?" She began nodding her head in time to the music. "Now... you move." On beats two and four, she dipped her shoulders and hips. "See? Dancing nowadays is so lame, all you do is move, but it's fun." She reached out and gripped his shoulders, moving them along with her. "Try it. No one watches other people dance- it makes them feel pathetic. It feels nice to move, doesn't it?"