You shake your head. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m afraid if I tried to dance, I might accidentally injure someone.” Hey, it’s not a lie. You’ve proven that you’re not the most agile of people.
She sticks out her lower lip in a pout. “That’s too bad. I have a feeling you might be fun to chill with.” Then her eyes light up. “Wait a second.”
She scurries out of sight behind a group of guys doing jello shots. You aren’t thrilled about waiting, but you don’t want to be rude.
When the girl comes back, she has something in her hand. A cardboard beer coaster!
“My phone number is on the back,” she says brightly. “Call me sometime and we can hang out.”