#fableevent8

Hercules was a mass of nerves as he knocked on Tiana's door the night of the dance. He'd had a minor panic attack and got Astrid to help him, but even with her advice, he was sure he'd find a way to mess this up. He felt awkward in a suit, and he realized he was accidentally crushing the plastic box with her corsage in it while he waited. He abruptly loosened his grip. It was still a little crumpled, but the flowers inside looked okay. He'd cleaned out his truck, but there was no disguising the fact that it was old and not at all limo-shaped. Limos were lame though, right? Styx almighty, he needed to stop over-thinking this.

Since his falling out with Belle, Eric had been sticking close to home or work.  It was disillusioned at best with the sudden change in her behavior and hesitant to approach her.  She’d become important enough to him that it threw him off balance completely and he retreated back to the basics.  In keeping with that, he was the lone Landlocked employee in attendance at the ball, hoping to stay busy enough he could avoid speaking to her in public.  At least he was out in public.  He’d lost himself in his thoughts again, but managed to notice the person perusing the table where he’d laid out appetizers, a few simple entree-style items.  The drinks were laid out on the table next door and, so far, only a few knew he had something stronger to add that was hidden beneath the tablecloth and available upon request.