Dances need chaperones, so Bert was there, though if they hadn't needed chaperones, he wouldn't have been. He'd never been a big fan of large parties, much preferring smaller gatherings of friends. He also wasn't sure how he was supposed to properly chaperone when he was going to spend much of the night processing how they'd managed to get the room to look like this. An actual waterfall? Hoe was it done?
Bert had struggled with how to dress. He'd settled for a pair of tan dress pants and a white button down shirt, left untucked to show that, hey, teachers can be fun too! For those who knew he was a teacher, anyway. Though his dress wasn't like the students there, his body and face still had the appearance of a high school kid.
The teacher was lingering at the outskirts of the party, observing it all. He moved over to the large punch bowl that was set up, deciding to give the drink a try. He took a small glass of it and brought it up to his lips. Bert made a face. No booze, thank goodness, it hadn't been spiked, at least not yet. The punch was still way, way too sugary for Bert's taste.