Dean... Troy knew that name and he breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to meet someone new, but in spite of how good he was feeling that day, the pre-party cocktails had already taken a toll on his energy and he felt drained. Getting to be around someone that he already met would take a little burden off him and not completely exhaust him. Smoothing down the front of his suit, and making small adjustments to Jordans little dress, he scanned the crowds until he spotted who he was looking for. He shuffled over his cane making a fainting tapping on the dance floor, he gave the staff member a small wave. “Hey there,” he said smiling faintly. How are you? Haven’t seen you in awhile. Jordan you remember this guy right?” He looked down at the pit bull and she let out a soft woof of aknowlmentment. He grinned at her before turning his attention back to Dean. “So, you got me for a little while. I got to warn you I’m not much for dancing, but we could dome something else.”
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