"How could I say no to that?" David reacts to the question with a bright-eyed smile, taking the offered hand if only to help him out of his seat on a nearby bench. He glances briefly to check that Waffles is still sleeping soundly under the table before joining Victor in the more open area, more than happy to let the music and the spirited atmosphere around them move him and distract him.

A vial rests unprotected on the outside of his shirt and flips around as he dances, leaning into his own energetic enthusiasm to keep his feet and body moving with the music. If it looks like he's genuinely having a good time, it's because he is. And he's even not doing too terrible at keeping rhythm though his dancing is more fluid and impulsive than the people around them and a few times people have to move out of the way because David's enthusiasm is greater than the allowed space.

It's going well in David's mind but then Waffles wakes up and realizes he's missing out on the fun. The full-sized golden retriever attempts to join in, dancing over toward David with tiny hops while balanced on his hind legs, his tail swaying back and forth with the music as if keeping rhythm. Not made for standing on two paws, the dog loses balance and catches himself with large paws landing on the nearest person's chest.