Re: 8:00 PM
Jack nervously straightened his tie as he walked into Budworth, quickly finding a spot to slide up against the wall. He looked quite overwhelmed as his blue eyes surveyed the crowd. It was early on, but everything was alive already—couples paired off, music playing loud, feet flying as people danced.
It… was his first dance. Jack knew that was pathetic, but he’d just never felt any need to go to one before. His school back home, and then college, had been all boys, which… didn’t really help meeting girls any. They didn’t seem all that interesting, besides.
Jack didn’t even know how to dance! His mother had tried—and failed—to have him learn, but Jack Davis seemed to have been born without rhythm. None at all. It was rather pathetic, really, and she quickly realized that any progress would… well, never happen. Jack was just doomed to be a terrible dancer.
Far too nervous to get in and do something, he merely stood against the wall, awkwardly smoothing his blond hair out from under his hat. He’d… wait for someone to come to him. Yeah. That was a good idea.