[color=orange]"What's wrong Corinne?"[/color] asked Rolo.

He noticed that Corinne was clearly upset. At what, Rolo knew not. Was it something he said? Was it something he did? Was it something she heard!? Rolo started to internally panic. He began to look visibly anxious. Fortunately for the love struck duo, the bartender saw the signs. As both a bartender and a gentleman, he felt obligated to lend a helping hand whenever possible.

"Psst, ask her for a dance." the bartender whispered into Rolos ear.

[color=orange]"But I don't know how to dance![/color] Rolo whispered back.

"Who cares! Go for it chumly. Trust me, she'll love it." encouraged the bartender.

Rolo took yet another look over at Corinne. Her sulky and pouty face was not a good sign. Even Rolo could see that. He had to do something, even if it meant potentially making a fool of himself in front of the fellas. But who dared mess with him!? 

[color=orange]"Alright, I'll give it a shot."[/color] Rolo whispered back.

[color=orange]"Corinne, uhh would you like a dance?"[/color] Rolo asked sheepishly.