"Winston, Daisy! You made it!" Schmidt cheered. "Cece, look! It's Winston and Daisy!"
"Hey guys!" said Winston. He ushered Daisy into the booth where Schmidt and Cece were sitting. He followed Daisy into the booth and sat down. "This place is great! Thanks for inviting us."
"Hi guys. Nice to meet you again. Cece. Schmidt," greeted Daisy. "I've been trying to get into this place for weeks. Thanks for inviting us out."
"You're welcome, guys. It was nothing. Nadia knew a guy who knew a guy, so it was no problem to get in," said Cece. "Did you guys have a nice dinner?"
"Yeah, we did! Thanks. Winston, here, took me to a new place I was wanting to try, and I had a really great time. Thanks, babe!" beamed Daisy. She turned to face Winston and patted him on his chest. Winston smiled back at her and covered her hand in his. Daisy smiled, dropped her hand, and turned back around to Cece and Schmidt. "How about you guys? Are you having a nice time here?"
"Well, I am," said Cece. Cece looked at Schmidt, who looked at Winston.
"I'm just worried, Winston, about our boy, Nick," said Schmidt.
"Schmidt, now I keep telling you . . . " began Winston.
"I know, I know, that it's none of our business. Not that I don't believe in Nick, mind you, but the loft dynamics, man. They must be preserved, and Nick and Jess . . . together? That changes things," worried Schmidt.
"Then why did you help Nick apologize to Jess, Schmidt?" asked Winston.
"Loft dynamics. Until they figure out whether they will or they won't, someone's gotta help put out the fires lit by their unresolved sexual tension." Cece and Winston groaned. "What, am I right or am I right?" asked Schmidt.
"Schmidt." prodded Cece.
"What, Cecilia?" asked Schmidt.
Cece slugged back the remainder of her drink, took Schmidt's hand, and pulled him to his feet. "Dance with me?" asked, smiling at Schmidt. Schmidt smiled back, and parkour-ran to the dance floor with Cece in tow.
"You know, babe, I think they have the right idea. Dance with me?" Daisy asked Winston.
"Any time, babe. You know I'm your mojo man. And the mojo man is always here!" Winston replied. "Mojo man, mojo man!" Winston grooved as he pulled Daisy to the dance floor. Daisy laughed.