Tony the little | Carol
Carol cracked a sad smile. She knew a thing or two about crappy fathers and having to deal with that kind of disappointment "Yeah. Dads are the worst sometimes," She sipped her drink. Probably better not to think about it for now.
"Uh huh. Definitely not in my time, either." She smirked as she hopped into a turn." Truth was, Carol acted like she didn't really give a shit about what others thought about her, but she also tried to avoid embarrassment as a rule. She acted cocky for a reason- she knew what she was good at. Dancing? Hope. She was pretty bad at it overall. "I'm going to guess the song isn't this one," Carol laughed and stopped for a moment to catch her breath. "Alright, alright, show me some more moves- maybe something more appropriate to the music."