The crowd around them had Annie not only giggling, but smiling and blushing as she saw them. It was better, that the other woman had dragged her up here. She could never have done it alone, easily, and maybe it kind of helped that so many people around them were likely drunk.

At Esmeralda's indication, she moved back to the jig, copying as much as she could. "I'm Annie." A small, mild name for the small, mild girl.