Alvin was pretty sure he'd had his fill of dancing, but wasn't about to say anything to Miss Thompsett. She was clearly built for this and he was not. "It is your night," so she could do all the dancing she wanted.

"I'll ah, go get some and be right back." Should be easy enough. He could use a glass himself. Leaving her for the moment, Alvin wandered toward the refreshments table on the opposite side of the room. Catching sight of his brother flirting with one of the younger girls (judging by her dress) and had to shake his head. It was turning out to be a better night than anticipated after all. Hopefully his mother was occupied by her friends and not too caught up in what was missing. Focusing on what was there was much easier, he decided and that would keep them moving forward.

After a quick glass of lemonade with Miss Thompsett he would excuse himself to let her enjoy the rest of the evening and start his own little existential crisis.