( parties are so BORING. he wants to go home!!!! he hates it here. ) mother had set him up to this -- an extravagant social with glittering chandeliers and sparkling champagne, only for the stateâs FINEST, the crème de la crème, of course. the motts would have nothing less. but though heâs surrounded by elegance and charm, his expression is one only of severe agitation. his brows are knit, his lips pursed into a straight line as those around him, even MOTHER, prattled and  chattered around him. ( his boredom  is suffocating him. why canât mother see that heâs utterly MISERABLE? )
  in an attempt to escape the ceaseless noise that leaves his ears ringing  and his head aching, dandy seeks some entertainment to keep himself preoccupied. perhaps some unsuspecting house cat to terrorize-- as he rounds a corner into a hallway not far from the party, he finds not a cat  but a GIRL with flaming hairwithdrawing  a cigarette. ( smoking is for poor people and freaks. ) an escapee, just like him.Â
  his interest canât help but be piqued, his eyes now round and lips slightly parted as he watches from the end  of the otherwise empty hallway. feeling for the lighter he carries in his pocket, he approaches her with curiosity and delight. when he stops, he retrieves the small metallic flask and opens it, igniting a small flame to which he brings to the end of her cigarette. â i have to pry -- is this a common thing of yours?? â
