<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)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sierra, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sierra was as gracious as he remembered, thanking him for being considerate enough to open the door for her. Frankly, he didn't feel it was something that he needed to be thanked for. But, he took it anyway, smiling back at her with a lopsided smirk of his own.<br/><br/>Once inside the lobby, he asked the dreaded question; whether or not she was ready. Her answer was one he should've expected, since it echoed exactly how he felt. Sierra was brimming with hopefulness, despite the obvious apprehension she had revealed moments earlier. Danny grinned broadly down at her, giving a nod of encouragement to both her, and himself. "We'll see," he echoed.<br/><br/>She directed him to the table in the ballroom, just beyond the double doors, where name tags and other memorabilia were laying, along with a framed, blown up picture of their graduating class. Danny glanced at it momentarily, then chuckled to himself, wondering if he was even in that picture. More than likely, he was getting stoned in the parking lot, or just flat out ditching.<br/><br/>Sierra gave her name first and the attendant behind the table helped her find the correct tag, then encouraged her to sign into the guest book. Danny had already found his by the time she was done. "You wanna do mine?" He asked, already having peeled his name tag off of the clingy backing. He held it up to her to take hold of. "I get really," he paused, knowing this explanation would be weird.<br/><br/>"Er. I get disoriented with depth perception and field of focus stuff." He gave her a look that was supposed to imitate a charming plea. "Please?" Then he put on the puppy dog eyes and a cheesy grin.<br/><br/>"Chances are, if you put it on, it'll be straight. Like yours is!" He pointed to hers, but was mindful to keep his hand a safe distance away from her breast. When he realized he was pointing to her chest and how that might look to others, he dropped his hand into his pocket, burying it before it could cause further harm.<br/><br/>Once that was taken care of - whether she helped him or left him to fend for himself, Danny took a look around at the others congregated all along the room and hummed along to the song that was playing. Despite his years of smoking, it was evident that the deep, dulcet tones of his singing voice had not suffered. Breaking from the hum, he regarded Sierra again. "So, would you like me to get you a drink? Or something to eat?"