Bill wears a t-shirt with a tuxedo print (because he thought it was funny) on it with his orange overcoat and blue jeans paired with his orange converses. He stands a little off to the side of the gym, looking at the couples on the floor with a cup of punch in his hand.

'Man, I feel like mold, it's prom night, and I am lonely.' Bill thinks to himself, a small frown on his face. As he stares down at the punch it the cup, lo and behold, you walkin' over to him. 'This must be fake' He thinks, his lip starts to shake. 'How do you know who I am? And why do you give a damn about me?'