"Oh, you go girl!" A woman wearing revealing clothes, well, revealed herself.
Surprised, I asked, "Who might you be?"
"Selena. Dancer from Toucan island." She shimmied a little, "Anyway, I must be going now!" She danced away into the night.
Angela punched me in the arm. "I'm jealous. Her 'Welcome to Castanet!' was lighthearted." She grimaced at me, playfully, before adding, "You glowered at me the whole time!"
"I did not!"
We bickered back and forth until, amazingly, we reached her home.
...
I felt incredibly light as I fell asleep that night.