Summer: Dana and Barclay!
Ashton was off with some of his friends -- which was always an odd thing to think, but there you go. It was funny, but Ashton did have more friends than Barclay did. Apparently, the dragon had a few winsome qualities. So Barclay was going for drinks and -- ooh, snacks.
The druid had almost ignored the dresscode, wearing his jeans with a black jacket and sneakers. Only his t-shirt under the jacket was white. Barclay was making excellent work on a chicken wing when Dana came up to him. A little regretfully, he tossed the bare bones in a cast-iron trash bucket on the table, together with the napkin. He hadn't even sucked out the marrow out.
"Fine," Barclay said, "one dance. I will step on your toes." He offered out his hand.