<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Heading into Hilton Hotel Ballroom (name tag station -> Buffet -> ?)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sierra, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Danny was relieved to see that his puppy dog eyes still seemed to have some sort of an effect. That, or maybe Sierra was just taking pity on him. Though the line about his weakened sense of depth perception and field of focus stuff sounded like bullshit, it wasn’t. In fact, it came up so infrequently in conversation, that he often forgot to preface it with a warning about how bogus he knew it sounded. Thankfully, this time, he remembered.<br/><br/>He didn’t think it had anything to do with his eyes, unless astigmatism was to blame. Apparently he had a very slight variation of it which just meant he couldn’t see as sharply as others could, but it never really impacted him negatively throughout his life. At least, it was nothing that he couldn’t laugh off later. Which was basically his constant state of being in high school.<br/><br/>Although she seemed somewhat skeptical about it, Sierra took the name tag in her hands and carefully lined it up, then pressed it against his chest, even smoothing it out to make sure that it had adhered properly. “Thanks!” Danny bellowed, giving her a thumbs up sign. “Way better than I could’ve done, that’s for sure.” He was smiling again, though it seemed like smiling was his default.<br/><br/>When they turned toward the rest of the ballroom, humming softly to himself, his head bobbed along to the beat of the song, and his hands idly went to his pockets, resting there as he propositioned her about food and drinks, which she denied, claiming he didn’t need to trouble himself for her. “It’s no trouble at all. I was gonna get something to drink anyway. Probably just a Sprite. Maybe champagne. Y’know, since they’re so similar.” He chuckled.<br/><br/>Sierra stated she would wait to eat until dinner, then encouraged him to fetch himself whatever he may have wanted. “I wouldn’t have offered if it was any sort of trouble.” Leaning in a little further, his voice dropped slightly. “I’m not paying for any of it, don’t forget.” Leaning back away again, he grinned broadly, then gestured to the bar. “Tell you what, I’ll just go grab a plate full of stuff and a couple waters, and bring them back.”<br/><br/>He nodded to her, as if encouraging her to agree. “You just have to pick a spot for us to occupy before I get back. Ready? Set… Go!” And with that, Danny was off, rushing to the bar in the corner for two waters and then dashing to the buffet, where he quite literally piled on item after item. Once he made his way around the entirety of the table, he lapped around the bar and collected the two water bottles, then started making his way back to Sierra, who hopefully had enough time to find a place for them.