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Normally Adrasia wouldn't have stepped foot in a venue like this, but it was the easiest option he had at the moment and the celestial was feeling a bit desperate. Compared to what he'd seen others wearing, the costume Adrasia had been outfitted with had quite a lot of fabric to it -- the problem was that none of it was fastened properly. He was almost certain that was no accident. For now, it meant his top priority was privacy and something reflective to make sure nothing was hanging out that the celestial wanted to stay unseen (not that he could miss that type of slip-up with the chilly air nipping at any exposed skin).

The hyrbid spotted the familiar from across the damn ballroom. Who wouldn't? He was dressed like those damn special edition barbie dolls, and even though he wasn't very surprising considering what he had seen him in when the familiar had rented him, this time was different. He didn't feel the need to be nice when his freedom for the night wasn't reliant on how the other felt about him. It didn't help that he was already feeling rather bite-y after being tightened to suffocation. He was going to let it out one way or another.

Mateo had adequately warmed up and somewhat loosened up at Cannabites and had felt ready to give the club a shot. It wasn't like he was unfamiliar with the scene, he'd done it enough for a while in London, but it seemed like he was out of practice ever since Rhys had sort of outgrown that particular phase. The thunderbird had gotten used to a quieter life at least until he made his debut at Krovs during heat week. He still felt like it was hard to meet the eyes of some of those people even though he likely cared a lot more than they did. It was a sex castle, after all, but some of them had only interacted with him during heat week and that wasn't the impression he wanted people to have of him. He'd practically felt like he'd needed to go around and apologize to everyone he'd initially met that way but he hadn't actually managed to do that with everyone. Anyway, that wasn't the point of the Halloween party. He was here to have fun and with the few drinks he'd had loosening him up, Mateo made his way to the dance floor and danced for a few songs.

It didn't take long for him to regret the long coat that made up the bulk of his costume and he was sweating pretty quickly. Not that that was unusual in this place but he couldn't just take it off, either. The raven was sewn onto the shoulder of the coat and if he got rid of that then he was just wearing black slacks, a white shirt and a fake mustache. Needing a moment to cooldown, he managed to get to one of the doors and was so intent on getting out into the air that he practically ran into the person coming in. Blinking, he took a step back. "Whoops, sorry. I was just trying to get some air I didn't mean to..." He trailed off as he recognized the other man. It took a second because of the costume but Finn was definitely hard to forget, considering. Dressed as Gambit, no less? Mateo swallowed. He may have had an X-men phase a few decades ago and Gambit had been a particular favourite. "Oh...hey. Been a while. Nice costume." He smiled and tried not to inwardly curse at himself. Was he only ever going to act like a complete fool in front of Finn? Apparently.

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