"Work ones don't count," he insisted. Women at work events were rarely dressed far from their regular attire. Hell, most of them didn't even do their hair all fancily. "I mean a true ball. With the music and candles and the terrace to escape too when it all became too much. Dancing until your feet bled, filling out a dance card, that kind of event." Dory had only been to a few of them himself, but he rather enjoyed the dancing. (That and slipping away to a hidden alcove with his dance partner.)

He shifted towards her more obviously this time so that their knees brushed. "I can take you along with me sometime if you'd like. With Ross in office I can usually arrange invitations."

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