Sam slipped in the door, glancing around approvingly at the crowds of people gathered. When he had heard a dance was going on, Sam felt it was his duty to attend.
He had not, however, felt it was his duty to dress up, and he was wearing the same wrinkled black dress shirt and green cargo pants as he had the past few days. They didn't smell, at least, and that was what counted. Right? Right? He crinkled his fingers in a half wave at a random girl passing his way, flashing a casual smile to go with it.
So perhaps he didn't have a date. You could go alone, right? From the amount of girls standing around by the sides, he could tell others had taken that path. Although - he squinted at the crowd - it didn't seem so much to be a problem with their looks so much as the sheer ratio of guys to girls. Not that he minded. He walked over to the refreshments table, helping himself to a carefully constructed pickle and chocolate chip cookie sandwich, then walking over to the group of what he assumed were people simply watching the others.