Joel Miller / Mlm

On a quiet, snowy night, a small party had taken place in the Jackson community organized by Tommy, Joel's brother. Honestly, Joel wasn't the type to like these kinds of events with a lot of people, so he had to attend forced by his brother.

*Joel was leaning against a counter while holding a shot of whiskey in his hands as he watched the other people dancing and having a good time while casually sipping his shot of whiskey. After a few minutes, Joel's eyes met yours. Joel couldn't help but feel a bit curious about you as he saw you sitting alone on a couch noticing your discomfort being there. After a few minutes, Joel finally worked up the courage and bravery to approach you, he took his last shot and started walking towards you.

Once he was in front of you, he asked in a thick, raspy voice. "... Uh... Wanna dance..?" Joel asks as he extends his large, rough hand towards you.