Matt & Open
Dancing was not a past-time that the blind usually took up; even if Matt was almost positive that his sense of rhythm was greater than any other person's in the room and certainly greater than the vast majority of people who were actually dancing, but it wouldn't do to go revealing that to too many people- though there were some in attendance whose scents and heartbeats he readily recognized who would already know. But then again, those- or rather that certain someone was already occupied on the dance floor.
Ah well. Such was life in a small town- particularly when you made it a habit of knowing everyone's business and given the legal intricacies of many of the town's citizens, Matt felt it better to know what was going on rather than be blindsided.
As one of the only people sitting at the party, Matt had turned his chair towards the sounds of dancing and the live music, his cane resting against the table next to him. He paused to push his red tinted spectacles further up his nose and reached for his drink.
Depending how long Wayne kept the kegs flowing, Matt was going to find himself with quite a bit of work to do come tomorrow morning.