reticently commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

Dances were boring, as far as Rath was concerned. No one did anything crazy or interesting, and it was always a bunch of sober people trying to dance around. The music was always too loud to have any decent conversation, and mostly it was time that Rath could be at home sleeping or out doing something that was actually fun. Still, most of the people he knew would be here, and it didn’t hurt to have a night go by where he didn’t wake up with giant bruises or couldn’t remember what happened the night before, so here he was.

He’d dressed up in a nice pair of dark dress slacks, a white button up shirt, and a sleek black tie. At the very least, he was looking good and ready for a night to hang out with friends. Plus, he was a dancing fiend, and once they started playing acceptable music, he knew the night could turn around.