The night grew later and later, and Liam was starting to worry that Rowell wasn't going to come. Finally, he appeared, wearing something like this:
He smiled at him
"Hey..."
"You look nice..."
"Ah-this old thing?"
He laughed a little, tugging at his tux
"Nah... you're gorgeous..."
He didn't seem-quite like himself...
;)
He smiled back
"Wanna dance?"
