He laughed again and shook his head, blue eyes darting to the side for a moment to where her hand now rested. "Sometimes I wish I was, but I did indeed drive a 1967 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray into a canyon."

Are you out of your mind? That car is an antique! You think you can get away with this just because your mother is off-planet?

Kirk shook off the memory, gaze darting to the others on the dance floor and around the room in general. He turned his attention back to the girl in his arms. "I don't think we're helping quiet those gossip rumors any." ...which didn't come out the way he wanted. "Not that I mind them -- or want to stop dancing or..."

Just stop talking, James. Sometimes you shouldn't speak.