As Olivia and Marquesa enter the ballroom, they are greeted with the sight of 100 or so couples swing dancing. The room is almost pitch dark, illuminated like a candle by two large chandlers, and small lights on the walls that surround the room. In back of the room is band, playing “Can You Take It?”

Marquesa begins swaying her hips and shoulders to the music; while reaching for Olivia’s other hand. She turns their bodies around and thrusts Olivia onto the dance floor. Their bodies twist and bounce to the fast paced music. Marquesa has a natural rhythm that combines with an in-your-face sexiness, to make her the center of attention most of the time. Marquesa forces Olivia to do the most dramatic moves they can with Marquesa’s long dress. Olivia begins to feel like rubber band as they jump towards each other and then back again.

Every time Olivia sees a couple where the guy throws the girl in the air; Olivia prays Marquesa doesn’t notice. Marquesa may be light; but firstly Olivia doesn’t really want to find out; and secondly Olivia is pretty sure they’d end up on the floor due to Marquesa’s hem or Olivia’s poor estimates in distance. Thankfully, Olivia manages to get through the dance without that particular means of getting attention. By the end of the song, Olivia is exhausted. She breathes a sigh of relief when the band plays the opening bars to Night and Day, a much slower song. They dance closer, adjusting to the new rhythm.

“Can, I cut in?” Casey has found them, and is now demanding a fair chance at Olivia. “Damn it, I feel like the rope in tug of war,” thinks Olivia, “This is ridiculous.”

“No-” starts Marquesa.

But Olivia cuts her of, “Yes,” she says with a sigh. “This is going to be a long night,” thinks Olivia. “And I’m going to end up in trouble with one of them.”  The band begins to play "You're Driving Me Crazy (What Did I Do to You)."

Casey is still in her coat, which means they have to dance very carefully. Despite this, Casey is an excellent dancer, and is extremely expressive with her body. “I should have guessed,” muses Olivia, “After all, think how you can’t help but know how she feels when you look at her face.”

“My turn,” Marquesa remarks with glee. Their bodies are only inches apart after Marquesa’s attempts to monopolize Olivia.

“Olivia,” Casey says batting her eyes jokingly (yet Olivia finds it thoroughly sexy), “I’m getting hot. Could you help me with my coat?”

“Of course, Casey,” Olivia says, maybe slightly too eagerly. Olivia’s fingers “accidentally” graze Casey’s back as she removes the coat. At first, all she sees are the layers of silk that cascade off Casey’s shoulders encasing her otherwise bare back.

As Casey turns around, Olivia is unprepared for the sight. The lime-green silk dress hugs all of Casey’s body, up to just above her hips; and it leaves nothing to the imagination. “Casey, aren’t you wearing a br-” Olivia wonders in her head, leading her to a realization that causes her to avert her eyes and blush furiously. A stream of curse words fills Olivia’s head, as she tries hard not to imagine Casey nude.

What happens next renders Olivia incapable of putting together a simple sentence. Casey presses her body against Olivia’s, propelling them towards the dance floor again. Casey takes the startled Detective’s hands; and places one on the small of her back and the other on the back of her ribcage. Soon, there is almost no separation between their intertwined bodies. Olivia has decided thought isn’t necessary for life. Their hips move as one, and they are unaware of when one song ends and the next begins.

Olivia finally puts together something resembling a thought, “Damn, Casey,” she utters. To which Casey only replies with a wide smile. In the back of her mind, Olivia realizes that somewhere in the room is a really pissed moll; but remember, Olivia’s given up on the whole thinking thing.