Sam finished washing his hands and wiped them on one of the towels before leaving the bathroom. There was still a line so he got out of there quickly, making his way toward where he hoped was the dancefloor. He easily followed the music and was glad to see the crowd of people still dancing. He soon joined them and while he wasn’t as loose as he would’ve danced, he did do a great job of impersonating his best friend and that was what really mattered. He soon grew overheated though, with all the movement and the alcohol coursing through his system. He wasn’t sure how the Warblers did it, dressed like this and under all those bright show choir lights.
He got off the dance floor and nabbed a drink from the kitchen before making his way outside for some fresh air. He passed his roommate and JBI quickly, not wanting to get sucked into whatever was happening right there. Sam glanced around and hesitated when he saw a pair of mustard yellow pants. He ended up chugging down the rest of his drink before going over, casually greeting, “Puck! Dude. How’s it going?” @asknoahpuck
