Being the stupid person that she is, Bleach did not bother to keep her eyes open while she greeted the male she dreadfully hoped was Rocco. After a few seconds of waiting for a reply that did not come, she opened her eyes to find a confused looking man who was definitely over the age of 16. The embarrassment that drove a blush to her cheeks kept the girl from recognizing that the man was actually Meier Link as she smiled sheepishly in apology. Not more than a second later, another thin looking man swooped in.

“Yes, yes. I’m your date, Bleach,” he panted. “Not you, mate. She has lazy eyes. Sorry if you thought she was asking you.”

She was about to protest the statement made about her eyes when she so that the man who came to her rescue really was her date!

“Sorry about the lazy eye thing, Bleach. I’m not known for my eloquent ad libbing. And what's with Captain Sadsack? You'd think he had never seen someone make a mad dash halfway across a hall, nor someone with lazy eyes.”

The fact that Rocco was chuckling made her laugh. She replied that it was no big deal and thought, “Now I’m glad I go around with my eyes closed.”

“Now, how about we save some Moogles?” asked the well-dressed young man when they were done.

“That’s fine with me, gallant Rocco. Oh, and thanks again for the quick save back there. Did you know all guys look the same from behind when they’re wearing suits and tuxedos?” This was asked with wide eyes. “I still don’t know who I went up to earlier.”

That sentence struck a spark in Bleach’s head, and she took off running, dragging Rocco along with her. The goal this time was the same as last time: the mysterious, thin man- or as her date called him, Captain Sadsack. Since he was at the ball, he had to be a TFF member, and Bleach was curious to find out who he was. She managed to dodge a majority of the guests while she ran, but still nudged or bumped a few. When she saw the back of a familiar head, she shouted out, “Dude-man! Hold on! We want to talk to you!”