After an abnormally long time in the bathroom with Damien, Moisis finally returned to the Gala, a large shirt haphazardly tucked into his plain grey suit. He didn’t see his usual Clark, but his wandering eyes landed on the sweetest Clark, Honey. Considering he was uncomfortable in the large group of people and she was the only familiar face, Momo made the choice to cross the ballroom floor until he was standing in front of her. On the way over, a waiter passed by with a tray of drinks and Momo plucked two off hoping it would taste better than the one he had earlier in the evening. Carefully, he handed one to Honey and tentatively took a sip from his glass. It turned out to be a non-alcoholic lemonade, and he smiled happily at the tartness of the drink. His night was already looking up, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stay. “Are you having fun?” He asked Honey, genuinely wanting to know the answer, hoping the answer was better than anything he could currently say. He took another drink of his lemonade before turning fully to face Honey, his eyes almost had a pleading look. “Honey, if I was to leave... I mean, It’s a fine night, but this isn’t really my scene.” He pulled at the shirt, that was actually Damien’s, and tried not to look as uncomfortable as he felt. “I don’t want to disappoint, Kehlani. I was just wondering if you would distract her. Make sure she has a fun night. And if she’s asks where I went... Not that she would... Just divert her attention back to the party?”
