Barbara | Crichton
John hadn't been sure what to expect. Not that he'd say no to a dance party- because, c'mon! That just sounded interesting, right?? He had shown up in a t-shirt and somehow he'd found a pair of jeans in the past few weeks- thank God! He had missed Earth clothes.
It almost felt like home-home. Except that he wasn't baking in the sun all day and lately he'd just been tinkering around Tony's shop for fun most days or couped up watching DVDs on others. This was good, getting out and mingling.
John was drinking something (he'd gotten used to not asking questions about what he ingested), when he saw the familiar face approach him and he actually smiled widely. "Hey!" He probably sounded a little over-excited. "Is this a regular thing here?"