[Dancing had to have been the last thing on his mind. He can't see how everyone else even gets themselves in the mood for it.
Tomorrow, they'll be back to watching the headlines with a grimace, waiting for the other shoe to drop and praying they'll be ready for it, whether it's Trask or Genosha or the FoH. But tonight somehow the most important thing is who's hanging around with who and who won who's auction?
He envies that a little, but envy doesn't make it easier to join in.]
I -- [On the other hand, here's a girl he doesn't know offering to dance with him, and that's a more concrete quandary. What's he supposed to do, pretend he's too busy doodling Chopin on his napkin...?
He swallows hard, then takes her hand again, the smile he's putting on gone distinctly wavery.]
Alright. If you want, but... [Turning his head in the direction of the dance-floor and the speakers set up around it.] I don't even know this song at all.
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[Dancing had to have been the last thing on his mind. He can't see how everyone else even gets themselves in the mood for it.
Tomorrow, they'll be back to watching the headlines with a grimace, waiting for the other shoe to drop and praying they'll be ready for it, whether it's Trask or Genosha or the FoH. But tonight somehow the most important thing is who's hanging around with who and who won who's auction?
He envies that a little, but envy doesn't make it easier to join in.]
I -- [On the other hand, here's a girl he doesn't know offering to dance with him, and that's a more concrete quandary. What's he supposed to do, pretend he's too busy doodling Chopin on his napkin...?
He swallows hard, then takes her hand again, the smile he's putting on gone distinctly wavery.]
Alright. If you want, but... [Turning his head in the direction of the dance-floor and the speakers set up around it.] I don't even know this song at all.