#thread. cleo.

tugging at the collar of his shirt, loosening up another button, maddox was aware that he was probably underdressed for the event. everyone was wearing stuffy suits and what looked like rented tuxedos - but those were never his style. it was bringing more attention to him, but he wasn’t sure if it was the good or bad kind.

seeing a familiar face, they smiled, making their way through the crowd of people. “so were you one the lucky ones here who managed to score an actual invite to this?” maddox asked, looking around the room and wondering what the qualifications to actually receive an invitation were. though, they still didn’t know who was running the party or what it was even for. with a grin, they turned and looked back over at cleo. “the guy i’m with keeps introducing me as his boyfriend. how much trouble you think i’d get in if i actually said that he’s paying me to pretend to like him?”