Where: The Masquerate Ball
With: @gravesrafael
His suit was itchy and pinched when he moved his shoulders. The tie was too tight, and he hated the way the cuffs buttoned around his wrist. Don't even get him started about the mask and the way the elastic bands were constantly trying to fold his ears over, making him look like one of Santa's dapper fucking elves.
The whole ordeal was making him feel claustrophobic and out of place. Stuffy and pretentious. It was as far from his comfort zone as he could have imagined. On top of that, it cost him a hundred damn dollars and the bar wasn't even free.
"Here," he said, returning to where he'd found Rafael among the crowd, handing him one of the glasses he carried, "all she had back there was Stella. And all it cost was my firstborn child." He hadn't been hard to spot, sulking and a mood so thick around him not many others seemed to venture near. It had been a few days since he heard what'd happened between them, and he knew the guy wasn't okay. But he showed up regardless. If he needed anything other than a drink and some shit talk, Stray would be around. Until then? It was beer.
“Dunno what the fuck this is even for. But hell, I guess as long as no one gets shot tonight the mayor can list it as a success, eh?”
