Beginning of the ball.
"Dingle?" He said, a little shocked. The last he had heard Sally and Harold weren't friends, or at least they argued a lot. He didn't have a dislike for Harold or anything, he just didn't expect Sally to invite him. Things changed, he guessed, even rather quickly.
"Well, I'm quite good at standing around and not dancing." He said with a chuckle. "I... don't necessarily plan on getting very drunk for a while. But uh... you have fun?" He smiled.