They hand each of you a glass of something that is probably champagne when one of the women in the group comments, almost off-handedly:
"Your old boytoy is in the DJ Booth letting girls 'sit on his lap,'" and you remember that her ex is the guy who plays Santa as you put the pieces together.
Abby downs her champagne, then finishes yours, and drags you to the middle of the dance floor.
You start to wonder who is Max, but you're willing to get distracted from your mission by this indescribably hot woman.