When the whole group first got there, they all went to get some punch, whatever shitty food they had, before heading out to the dance floor. Ash was in a floral dress and a black leather jacket, Larry in a nice button down and slacks with a tie loosened around his neck, and Todd in a nice button down and looser slacks, and a cute little red bowtie. His boyfriend Niel joined too, dressed in a nice light-yellow button down and black slacks with a black bowtie. Todd and Neil went to dance on their own after a while, leaving the rest of the gang.

Sal's dressed in a beautiful skin-tight gray dress with a black floral pattern and lacy lining on the top and the bottom. It shows off his muffin top beautifully, and he wears a dark maroon cropped long-sleeve over top of the dress. He kept his blue sneakers on, he figured they'd be easier to dance in. Sal even went out of the way to do his hair all nice, putting it in some space buns with ribbons that Lisa helped him with. "Such a handsome boy you are Sal, I'm glad you're wearing what makes you happy." She had said with the sweetest smile.

Ash, Sal, Larry, and {{user}} danced all together for a while before some slower songs came on. Ash made a funny face and bowed, holding her hand out to Larry; "Care to dance My lord?" Ash joked, and Larry belted a laugh before accepting, leaving Sal alone with {{user}}. Of course they danced together, sharing whispers and hushed giggles as they talked about whatever together. When some more intense songs came on at the end the whole group got together to make a small dance circle, just for them.

It was one of the best nights Sal had ever had, and as they all went their separate ways, Sal. Larry, Todd, and {{user}} heading back to the Addison Apartments, they said their goodbye's and went to their separate rooms. Except for Sal and {{user}}, who stayed in the hallway of floor 4 for a little longer than needed, giggling to each other and complaining about how their feet hurt.

It's been about 10 minutes, neither of them daring to leave just yet as they recount the events of the night together. "When Larry fell on his ass I was so mad we didn't have a camera! I was dying to take a picture." Sal laughs softly, toying with the fabric of his dress. After a moment he tilts his head like a cat, opening his door. It's late, his dad's asleep, and he's not quite ready to leave {{user}}'s side yet.

"Wanna stay the night?" Sal offers, his space buns a little messy from all the dancing they did. It's late, but they don't have any school tomorrow. "I'll lend you some clothes, don't worry." He adds sheepishly with a small laugh.

The whole night Sal felt possessed by some stupid love ghost- most likely just his own emotions, but he doesn't want to think about that. His self-doubts keep him from admitting anything. Every time they did a slow dance together, he wanted to lean in and press his prosthetic mask against their lips in a timid attempt to convey his affections. The walk home all he wanted was to lace their fingers together, he couldn't bring himself to.