#:wball17

frankly, he wasn’t a fan of dancing, but he welcomed the attention of beautiful young women who tried pulling him onto the dance floor. ( i am definitely not drunk enough to dance yet, i’m actually too shy to get out there right now would you give me a little? ) though it stroked his ego just the right way, deidara found himself taking a break in the solace of the men’s bathroom. thankfully, the bathrooms were upscale enough to include a sitting area. you know the kind.

with no inclination to go back out there just yet, deidara found himself people watching the different men going in and out. he made note to avoid those who didn’t wash their hands and those who took especially long in one of the stalls,  but their gross habits didn’t stop him from jeering at them on their way out. 

eventually, he spotted a man too green for his liking, washing his hands with no idea of the long strand of toilet paper stuck to the sole of his shoe. at this point, deidara had had his fun and took pity on the poor guy.

he had mixed feelings about this ‘ball.’ life as an akatsuki member, a wanted man, an outcast to society, had separated from the rest of the world. the thought of doing something as normal and civilian as attending a formal gathering was -- weird, to the say the least, but the idea of free booze was enough to lure him out of the shadows. 

dressed in the plainest of clothes he could find, deidara swirled the glass of alcohol in his hand, leaning casually against the bar as he eyed the crowd. his eye drifted from person to person, looking for any signs of familiarity. deidara was long past the awkward, pubescent as he neared twenty, but in this second life, he would’ve preferred some company. finding none, he turned to the nearest bar ( ??? ) flower; a woman of ambiguous age, doing the same thing as him. he observed her for a moment, before taking the final swig of burning alcohol.