He happily lets himself get yanked over by Shura. Surprising no one, Strange doesn't know this dance either. But the music is just as infectious as Shura's good mood and Strange has enough confidence in his dancing ability to hopefully catch up with what everyone's doing. Maybe. He hopes. Even if he doesn't, he just chugged a drink: he'll stop caring sooner or later.

"Well then! Since you're the one who dragged me into this, you get to lead the dance." No pressure, Shura. "How do we start?"