Beginning of the ball.
Sally paused, looking sheepish. "Erm, Harold Dingle." She was really hoping Harold wouldn't make her regret asking him.
Sally nodded, "I personally am waiting till everyone starts dancing, instead of standing around." When Ernie announced plans to head back early, she wasn't surprised. The Halloween ball would probably be more fun than this. "I plan to get smashed later on tonight. Harold's bringing champagne."