A dance?
Well, he'd rather be beaten to death with a splintered wooden plank than not go to a dance!
Nephew John Doe was not what one would consider to be the romantic type. He was a little too...Childish, a little too thick, a little too drug-addled and a little too innocent in order to truly get it. Besides, he was much, much, much too busy to even think about settling down with someone, it was completely preposterous! Why, if he got married, he couldn't spend time properly running Wellington Wells! He'd have children to support! And a missus! No, no, it wouldn't do. Wouldn't do at all. But that didn't mean Nephew would just let a social gathering go to waste.
In his room, Nephew reapplied his face paint (er, his 'happy mask'), struggling and failing to hide the bags under his eyes. He dabbed a little bit of blush on. He pulled down the cuffs of his tweed jacket and adjusted his bow tie, pausing to lick his hand and using the saliva to keep some flyaway hair down. There we go! Why, didn't someone look just swanky today? He beamed at himself in the mirror, then swallowed down a Joy pill (wouldn't want to look like a Downer in front of so many students, huh?), putting seven more pills into a pocket inside his jacket. Lovely! He knew this was going to be fantastic.
With a grin, Nephew made his way out of the room and began walking off towards the location of the party.
He simply couldn't wait!