Emcee glances over at Jay and sees that he's being kept busy. So he orders a bottled beer from the bartender, something simple so she doesn't have to work too hard, and then wanders over to the spectacle of the dance machines. His eyes widen as he watches the rapid movement of their feet and the scrolling screen, and he gets the gist of it-- it's a game.

"Oh my god," he laughs over the music, to whoever is standing near enough to him to hear. "How are they even doing that? They're amazing!"