+1 invitation
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Otis frowned down at the invitation brought to him by one of his rats. He'd only skimmed over it and was about to discard it as a mistake when he saw that his name and alias were indeed marked on it. He huffed. 84th Annual Villy Awards, huh? A night of being surrounded by other murderers and sadists trying to one-up each other or vote for their buddies?
He scowled, hesitated, then folded the invitation and stuffed it into a pocket rather than tossing it into the water. He'd decide whether or not he'd go later. Crowded formal events always made him anxious, even moreso than when he was a kid… even if his stress as a kid came from his parents breathing down his neck about appearances. It didn't leave him with good memories of formal activities.Â
At least with this particular event, no one would bat an eye if he brought Petra with him. He snorted.Â
Yes or no, that didn't change the fact that he had nothing suitably fancy to wear. Unless you were Dr Psycho or Black Mask, he had a feeling showing up in your work clothes wouldn't be acceptable attire, and regular formal clothes didn't sit well with him.
He'd have to think about it... maybe ask Petra what she thought about the whole thing. He had a few weeks to scrounge something up.