Post by Brian Hill on Jun 7, 2006 22:45:45 GMT -5
Brian walked into Dawn, the dance club in Fairfield, and sat down in a cubicle for a secong. Instead of the usual trenchcoat, he was wearing a red button-up shirt that showed off his figure, which was somewhat muscular, though he didn't like to show it. He was still lanky compared to other guys, but it was still something, wiry, he called it. His pants were a pair of blue jeans, with a wide leg so he could move. After a few minutes and a coke, he walked out to the floor, seeing a girl he knew from school. "Excuse me, but may I ask for a hand in the next dance?" he inquird politely. He was totally unrecognizable, people could even say attractive, before he would punch them. He was an extremely shy person, and blushed very easily.
