Barclay and Leon
Barclay snorted. Did he dance? No. Did he like to dance? No. It was just making a fool out of yourself on the dancefloor. Barclay didn't particularly enjoy being a fool, and he didn't feel as if helping puberty along with that was a good idea. "No. I don't dance. I'm from the town in Footloose."
Barclay looked about the room, scouting for something else to do. His eyes found Ashton this time, together with Emily. They lingered, before Barclay remembered he didn't care. Go to the waterfall? "Let's go to the punch," Barclay said. "With some luck, it's been spiked already."