Tron and Riska went up to the second floor, where the main action of the party was taking place.
They left their umbrella and Riska's bag on the first floor. A restaurant employee offered to take Tron's coat drenched in rain, but Tron refused, and no one was ready to argue with him.
Adam was drinking a cocktail with a curious look, watching Edir and Crita, who were now the center of general attention.
Edir may not have been the most polite and mannerly man, but he sure knew how to behave with women, especially the one he had chosen. The same could be said about his dancing skills.
"Wow... I didn't even think he was capable of that..." Lola muttered with her eyes wide open, watching Edir and Crita intently.
They were moving gracefully like a perfect duo, showing how high their mastery was and how they enjoyed the process.