"But of course. Now, you said you wanted to dance, didn't you? There's your dance floor, son. Hop to it." Jonathan didn't think they had gone through this whole elaborate ruse for nothing. Edward was going to dance and Jonathan intended to get some drinks and trying to deal some of the stash he had from Falcone. He doubted he would be caught here, it seemed unlikely police would be sneaking around.

"Just try not to dance with anyone with off vibes. You ain't that stupid, eh?" He didn't want Edward getting pulled off by some dangerous fucker. What was Jon going to do? Sutter them to death in defence.