The party's been going on for a while now, and both the sunshine and the moonshine are starting to get low. The bonfire is something to feel more and more grateful for; it's burning hot enough to keep the February chill at bay, as long as you keep in fairly close.
McGucket jumps to his feet. "Flapjacks and fiddlebanjos!" he cries, slapping his forehead. "I almost forgot! What kind of hoedown would this be without no dancin'?"
He scrambles off his comfy pile of tires and starts digging in a pile of old electronics, wheezing rapidly. A moment later, he's dragged out an old record player. Fiddleford pulls out his PokeGear and a long cord, and he plugs one end into the record player and the other into the Gear. Immediately, banjo music fills the junkyard.
With a wild laugh, McGucket leaps into a rapid dance.
If you don't join him, expect to get approached. If you don't already know how to dance proper-like, Fiddleford McGucket will teach you.
a couple of hours into the party, close to sunset -- DANCING.
McGucket jumps to his feet. "Flapjacks and fiddlebanjos!" he cries, slapping his forehead. "I almost forgot! What kind of hoedown would this be without no dancin'?"
He scrambles off his comfy pile of tires and starts digging in a pile of old electronics, wheezing rapidly. A moment later, he's dragged out an old record player. Fiddleford pulls out his PokeGear and a long cord, and he plugs one end into the record player and the other into the Gear. Immediately, banjo music fills the junkyard.
With a wild laugh, McGucket leaps into a rapid dance.
If you don't join him, expect to get approached. If you don't already know how to dance proper-like, Fiddleford McGucket will teach you.