"Oh, hello, I'm Derek. It's nice to meet you." he looked around. He smiled, as if deep in thought for a minute and then he looked at the girl he was "What's your name? If you don't mind me asking?"
"Hello, My name is Sphyna Lewin," she in turn mumbled, with the last line being just clearer "but you can just call me Fee. It's easier."
"What are your names?" she asked, nodding toward Michael and Tace.
"Hello Mr. Derek and Mrs. Spyna. My name, such as it is, is Tace spelled T-A-C-E pronouced Tah-seh"
"How does this eventide find you?"
"Again with the eventide, my proficient in English speaking friend with deep words of such language, WOAH, I think I could give myself a nosebleed!" Michael said, and threw back his head and laughed.
"Mr. Derek, I like you! You are nice! Mr. Tace, and Mr. Derek would make for fine gentleman friends, and we ought to throw back some drinks later in the evening, or eventide as you like to say Mr. Tah-seh!"
Again, he laughed, because he liked laughing, and plus he wants to make up for the seemingly shy character of everyone else around him.
Well except Mr. Tah-seh, he seems enthusiastic enough, in his own deep way or something.
"And Ms. Syphyna? Snypha?... Hmm. You're right, Ms. Fee does sound easier to pronounce. Though I have to say that Fee isn't enought to project how pretty you are, miss."
He would have bended and kissed her hand or something knightly-like, but a song started and the beat was good.
This beat is GOOOOD! It's dance inducing!!!!!
Another lightbulb moment for Michael and he grabbed all three of them in a tight hug like manner, and pushed them onto the dance floor,
"Come on new friends! We ought to dance to such a cool beat!"
Michael was a horrible dancer, and he knew it, but that didn't matter because he made up for it with his enthusiasm. Or at least he thought he made up for it: he was just that bad a dancer, to the point that it's either funny, or embarassing if you couldn't pull it off properly.
In the middle of the move he liked to call the Q-tip, he failed to notice the faces of the three new friends he dragged to the dance floor.
You couldn't paint their faces, they were either shocked or annoyed, and it was unsure of what they were going to do next.
Michael could only hope they didn't leave him dancing like an idiot.
(OOC: Please? Don't leave Michael like the idiot he's being at the moment? Please? Please? Mr. Tace? Mr. Derek? Ms. Fee? Don't leave meeeeeeee~)