8:55 ᴘᴍ - ꜰᴏʀᴅ + ʀᴏʀʏ "I don't know, Mr. Harpah... yer certainly pullin' off tha fancy tonight," Rory replied as she moved easily along the dance floor with him. He really wasn't bad at all. A little more practice and he'd be a pro.
As he talked about Gawain and his podcast, Rory was happy to note the look of excitement that shined in his eyes. It was subtle, but if you knew what to look for, it was noticeable. Rory knew what to look for. "Ooh, am I gettin' a preview of tha next cast?" she questioned, dark eyes wide as she listened. "He wouldn't happen ta meet a little blonde who he dances tha night away with, would he?" As Ford danced her around the floor, she didn't realize that her hair flickered between the platinum and the original cornsilk blonde for a moment. Dancing seemed to be the only thing lately (other than her job) that gave her any kind of real joy. She simply didn't realize that in doing so, she was attracting unwanted attention. All of her attention was on Ford.