Vic dialed The Red Pony.
Henry answered, "It is another beautiful day at the Red Pony Bar and continual soiree."
"Walt there?"
"He is."
"Good keep him there."
"What is going on?"
Her voice punctuated each word, "Just. Keep. Him. There."
Henry was smart enough not to argue, "I will."
A few minutes later Vic stalked into the bar and headed straight over to Walt.
He turned to her, "Hey."
Without preamble she launched in, "I'm in a real dangerous mood right now and I don't trust myself with anyone even me." She started to drag Walt to the dance floor.
He started to protest, "Vic I can't…"
She turned and glared at him her voice steely calm, "You don't have to dance Walt. I just need to get rid of this pent up adrenaline in a safe way. Just help me maintain my balance."
He knew she meant balance as in more than just dancing so he nodded and followed her to the dance floor. He had the distinct impression that a quiet Vic was indeed far more dangerous than a yelling, cussing, punch throwing Vic.
"I need someone to keep me from doing something stupid, you're it."
"Something stupid?" He couldn't help grasping for some levity.
"No. You're the only one I trust so that mean it's your job to keep me from doing something stupid. "
Levity gone; Walt could tell by the look in her eyes it wasn't likely to be an easy job, "Right."