Roman is still celebrating the success of his rocket launch when he spots Gerri across the room. Tabitha has abandoned him, he's alone, so he sets down his drink and bounds over to her.
"Gerri! Gerri! Gerri!" He breaks into the Springer chant as he grabs her hands and spins her around.
"Roman. What are you so happy about? People lost thumbs. You like your thumbs, right?"
"Earlier tonight I thought I was a mass corporate manslaughter-er. Now I find out I'm not. This is the greatest night of my life!"
"That's a… remarkable way to look at it." She shakes her head. "Where's your girlfriend?"
"I dunno. Probably blowing the groom again. I'm kidding, she's probably just gone for a line of coke."
"You and your little jokes." She looks at him warily.
"Come on. Even Ken is dancing." He nods over at his brother, who is in some kind of four-way dance with Rava and their kids, apparently having the time of his life. "I wanna dance with somebody."
"Alright." She lets him lead her on to the dance floor, taking his other hand and placing it on her waist. "I haven't really danced with anyone since Baird."
"Right. I haven't really danced with anyone, ever." She raises an eyebrow. "It's too much like foreplay for my liking. Wouldn't you rather just—"
"Please don't finish that sentence."
"Fine, I'll shut up." He twirls her under his arm like he's seen other people do while dancing and she smiles.
