[right][sub][color=#851309][b]Location:[/b][/color] Country Club
[color=#851309][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Bea Endive, Archer Diedrikson[/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent][color=E0633C][i]"Too much dazzle and sparkle..."[/i][/color]

To be quite honest, Kavan wasn't sure that he bought Bea's story of simply being a bit overwhelmed with everything that was going on inside the tent, but he decided against questioning her any further. After all, it wasn't like she was obligated to share the real reason why she'd gotten so upset, and it wasn't like they were close friends or anything of the sort. Instead, the young man simply watched silently as his date took a quick swig from her flask; he couldn't help but wonder how a girl her size could handle her liquor so well. While Bea sipped down the burning liquid with ease, Kavan got slightly nauseous at the thought of taking another drink of the stuff. [color=#851309]"Well, that's understandable,"[/color] he said as she put the flask away, [color=#851309]"It is a bit... busy in there."[/color] 

After Bea flicked away her cigarette, she held her hand out to Kavan and playfully mentioned something about dancing. Kavan nearly shuddered at the idea of "tearing up the dance floor" with Bea; it was no secret that he wasn't one to dance at parties. Hell, if anyone could even convince Van to attend a party, he'd only be in it for the snacks. Nevertheless, Kavan took hold of her hand, but before he could get out another word to her, the two were suddenly interrupted by none other than Archer Diedrikson. 

[color=35996B][i]“Now I've got to hear this,"[/i][/color] the other boy said as he quickly approached the pair, [color=35996B][i]"How about it Van? Ready to bust a move?”[/i][/color] In almost an instant, Kavan let go of Bea's hand, letting his own drop back to his side. He turned to face Archer just as he started to backtrack. [color=35996B][i]“I mean, sorry. I didn’t mean to invite myself. Uh… I just like to dance!”[/i][/color] Part of Kavan was relieved that his friend had arrived at the time that he did; maybe he'd be able to save him from his impending awkward dance session with Bea and the rest of the students on the dance floor. Another part, however, had suddenly grown self-conscious of little things such as the slightly wet spot on the front of his suit jacket from Bea's makeup wipe or the way he'd been slouching before Archer arrived.

[color=#851309]"Sorry to break it to you guys,"[/color] Kavan said with a nervous chuckle, [color=#851309]"But I don't think [i]anyone[/i] wants to see me 'bust a move.' I'm not that great of a dancer. Shit, the last time I can even remember dancing was when I was in my cousin Aditya's wedding party. Even then, it was more Bollywood and Punjabi styles of dance... which I'm sure no one here would be too interested in seeing."[/color]
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