Sydney knew he wasn't exactly the targeted clientele here, but nobody around here really knew that he had been raised in a more upper-class household. Working with his hands at the zoo gave most the impression that he was more in the well-off middle class and he preferred it that way. Syd had made his own way between the hospital and now the zoo and he would rather be respected for his hard work, rather than anything he had been handed in life.

Mostly he needed an excuse to get out of the zoo.

This was fun and casual and it was exactly what Syd needed in a night out. He was fed and there was live music and he had no complaints. Dinner had been enjoyed and the tables cleared into the dance floor. He had never been a spectacular dancer, but here it didn't seem to matter. The quicker reels and quadrilles were far more fast-paced and all he could do was clap along from his seat at one of the high-top tables. His sleeves were rolled up at the warmth in the room, one arm bandaged up due to a nasty scratch from a very grumpy diricawl, and he was enjoying a pint from the sidelines.

He was lulled into a sense of contentment with the evening, even if he had yet to find some company. For the moment anyway. He hadn't noticed her previously, but managed to catch the eye of Emilia Moony across the dance floor with a little wave.