Felix convinces Cecil to dance -- or at least perform a reasonable facsimile. They have another conversation that veers wildly from mundane to bizarre, and finally, Felix offers to help Cecil figure out what dreams are.
Jack is feeling on top of the world after the play goes well and the party unfolds, and goes to collect the dance Steve promised him - but Steve is feeling a bit neglected.
Johnny finds Bigby lurking around the edges of the party. John thinks he's peeling back layers, but turns out getting unexpectedly peeled, himself. Er, proverbially speaking.
Shinobi and Pietro do what they do best: drape themselves over each other and feed their egos to bursting. (As usual, their sparkle masks a lot of actually serious conversation.)