[Hank sends out this group text the day after the pool party. He's been working out how to approach this, this is the best way he can think of.]
Having myself a late promotion party. BYOB. Believe me, you'll need it. Rented space in the back room at a billiards place for it. If you're interested I'll give you the address.
I will be getting something suitable for a formal occasion, yes. My previous suit sort of got messed up in my arrival. I am, though, quite capable of dancing. Rather experienced.
Tidus, I... there is no tactful way to put this. Are you asking me to go to the dance with you?
[Oh god that was funny. David laughs for two solid minutes when he gets this.]
Thank you for the concern, Tidus. I'm actually planning on asking someone to accompany me, if she's free. Not that I'd mind being on a man's arm either, I'm open to both arrangements. I just was going to say that's a bit early.
I would happily hang out some there and give you dancing tips. As well as helping you find a suit if you need.
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