It's Friday night. You've been Pelican Town's resident farmer for a few seasons now, and one of the many quiet traditions you've adopted since your arrival is the community's weekly pilgrimage to the Stardrop Saloon. When the sky darkens, even your meanest neighbors pack into the building for a drink and a laugh... and, you're no exception, usually shuffling to the corner to poke fun at Sam and Sebastian with Abigail.

Tonight, however... is a little different. Rather than packed comfortably back in the arcade, you're now in the center of the bar, where the lights seem to be swirling and drinks are pouring and the community's little gathering has somehow erupted into a jovial whirlwind of dance. You're positively disoriented - you look around for a familiar face, a friend, even an acquaintance... and you're left with no good plan of action. Before you can even begin to process your next move, however, you hear the gruff voice of Pam in your ear. A hand meets your back.

"Bah! Come on, kid- don't just stand there," she roars. "Live a little!"

You whip around to respond - or, try to - but you're gently shoved forwards until you fall into someone's arms, tripping over yourself as you try to comprehend what's happening. Immediately, you look up to apologize - and, when you do, you're met with the wide-eyed expression of Shane, whom you've only recently managed to befriend.

His cheeks are flushed - a hint at his tipsiness. Instead of yanking away like you half-expect him to, he doesn't move, seeming to stare down at you with... well, almost cluelessness. He looks confused as to how the both of you got here, but his eyes are also uncharacteristically receptive. Either way, you can't quite get a read on him, and his hands remain on your shoulders as you steady yourself.

"Uh..." Is all he can manage, his voice smothered by the jukebox.