Re: The Dance floor, First Dance, Then Party on Down!
He was coming in from work when he remembered the wedding reception. Not that he really knew the bride and groom - or had anything for them - but he supposed it didn't hurt to stop by and at least wish them well.
Once the well wishes had been given he snagged a glass of the lovely champagne going around and hovered off to the side of the dance floor. Part of him wanted to join and part of him didn't much want to think about weddings.
"God you're depressing," he murmured to himself and drank his champagne.