what use did kevin have breaking into this party? outside of the thrill, the party itself was hardly his scene. he knew he didn’t fit in with this glitz and glamour, not with his wrinkled dress shirt from a highschool dance of yesteryear and his dress pants which, try as he might, he could not seem to fully rid of the dust from his escapades of sneaking around. yes, he wasn’t much to look at, yet miraculously the ever-shortening attention span of his partner in crime had not abandoned him. well, she had obviously, here and there. except the money moment of the evening was ever approaching and there rue was, returning in her usual burst of unrelenting cheerfulness. something kevin would normally retaliate with his own snippy moodiness. maybe it was the sips of champagne he’d snuck or just the dizziness of the evening for hid body’s only response was a quickening pulse.
cough. ‘i thought you were looking for someone to kiss at midnight.’ kevin finally managed, his usual taunting smirk splayed on his lips. ‘you’re running out of time.’ @chickentcnderz
