The fuck's that mean? [ mickey eyes him sidelong, as he takes a swig from his bottle, talking louder to be heard over the music when he continues. ] You don't know how to dance? Neither do any of these shits here, that's what the booze's for.

[ mickey's not saying if he does or doesn't, but he knows what actual dancing looks like at the preteens ain't doing it. a shrug for the latter bit, holding jesse's cigarette back out to him. ]

Easier. [ ruder, but easier. ]