some times i wouldn't trade for the world {ozzie}

[ANDROMEDA READ]

This was ri-goddamn-diculous.

And not ridiculous in the way Dr. Evil meant when he had said that about the multiple Austin Powerses (or however you would make that plural) in the space lair. No, this was ridiculous in the sense that why was she even here? Andie didn't exactly do dances that weren't school dances with friends. There were people of all ages here, though you wouldn't be able to tell because of the masks. And yeah, maybe she liked dress shopping and deciding on a really ridiculously gorgeous one and getting the shoes and accessories and bat mask (because this was Andie, after all) to match, but still, she wouldn't have gone on her own. It was just that, well, Grace and Addie were excited for it and going and so was Ozzie and the rest of his bros. So really, she had to go, and so she was here for no other reason than to make sure there weren't any blonde Irish sex gods dancing with skeezy hoes in masks.

Which, she didn't think he would, but he probably deserved to, considering Andie's lack of girlfriend skills when she was drunk... But whatever, dammit, she was here because she had to be and not because she wanted to at all. And she totally wasn't having any fun, either.

Yeah, that was a lie, this was the funnest thing she had done in years. Her dress was a deep blue with black underneath, and the cut fit her perfectly. Her mask that was just a hint of nerdiness among the girl fit her perfectly. Her hair was puled back into a bun and done really prettily, and she had earrings and a bracelet and shoes and a ring all in silver, and her necklace tucked underneath her dress. The chain still showed, of course, but YOLO. She hardly took that thing off when she was sleeping and could choke, let alone just because it didn't match. While she wasn't always girly, she liked sometimes just embracing her lack of Y chromosome and girling it up for a day.

Of course, she always reverted back to her awkward gamethlete self after she had a bit too much, and usually brushed it off like it was nothing. When she had talked to Ozzie on Skype earlier, she had complained about her dress being too big and poofy and having to walk in heels and all that, but really, deep down, she was super excited to look pretty. So shut up, that's why.

Now, all she need to do was find Ozzie. Where of where could he possibly be in a crowded room of formally dressed people?

Refreshment table, obviously.

So she made her way there, not recognizing anbody she pushed past, until she caught sight of a blonde with food. It had to be him. She'd know him anywhere and there was the added hint of food. Glancing around, she decided to joke around with this whole mystery thing, because that's what Andie did.

Sarcasm on, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, total stranger, we should dance." With a smile, she realized that yeah, this really was fun. She should be a girl more often.

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[OZZIE WAGERS]

What exactly was the purpose of this dance thing? One by one, his bros had dropped off the face of the earth and now Ozzie was here, alone. He was having the hardest time figuring out why he had agreed to coming in the first place. His tux was uncomfortable just considering how much fabric was required to make it; Ozzie was used to being sans SOMETHING almost twenty-four/seven. If this wasn't such a fancy event, he would have ditched the jacket by now. Hell, he'd be the guy wearing just his vest by the end of the night. But no, this wasn't prom. This was a "masquerade". Ozzie thought the word with a snooty air, even adding thought quotations. This wasn't the food-loving Irish guy's scene, hands down. Ozzie couldn't stand still; as per his new habit, he had not taken his medicine that morning and was jittery as fuck. Wait, weren't they supposed to have food at these things? Hell yes, man. Even though he had no idea what she was wearing, Ozzie was bound to find Andie. ...After a little bit of food. If he was at a dance, he was going to dance with his girlfriend. Food first, though. An empty stomach wasnever a good idea. 

Speaking of Andie, Ozzie couldn't wait to see her. His toes curled in anticipation; there certainly was nothing wrong with her (and he'd beat up anyone who said otherwise) but there was something about Andie in a fancy dress that had Ozzie all excited. Out of all the little brief flings he had had (and there were a lot, none of them lasting more than a month), no girl could ever measure up to Andie. She was perfect, beautiful, the only girl that seemed to really get him. When she was with him, Ozzie couldn't be upset., it was impossible! Andie brought the best out in Ozzie, and he felt like he could be serious around her. 

But God....he was terrified of losing her. Because his mom died when he was a kid, Ozzie already had slight separation anxiety and was protective. Even though his ego seemed to be the size of a house, Ozzie was also pretty self-depracating and couldn't help but wonder "what does Andie see in me?" Then there were those anxious moments when he thought about that Rj guy. Already, the name felt Ozzie feel...weird. Bad. He had never met Rj, but Ozzie had an instinctual dislike of the guy. And then, of course, the obvious: Andie was close friends with him. Yeah, she was friends with his bros, but Ozzie had a feeling she had possibly liked him a little more. 

...Geez this was not the kind of thing to be thinking about during a party! Fancy party, but still! Ozzie rubbed his head before diving right into the food. Meatballs, cheese, shrimp...oh god, this was heaven. Like a starving Ethiopean, Ozzie put down several meatballs and various cheeses. Just as he was about to sample the seafood, he felt a tap on the shoulder. Bunching his blonde eyebrows together, Ozzie turned around to see who it was. Maybe someone wanted to get at the nautical dishes too, or maybe--

Whoa. 

"Hey, total stranger, we should dance." It took Ozzie a few moments to gather his thoughts into anything. His mind was blank, starstruck, overcome with feels. Andie was.....whoa. Ozzie realized his mouth was wide open and he snapped it shut, eyes wide in wonder. "Andie...you're..." Oh, right. She wanted to joke around. Ozzie grinned, continuining. "Wow, stranger, you look beautiful! Do you have a boyfriend? Because I don't dink he'd have let you out in public looking like dis. Too dangerous." A smirk crossed Ozzie's face as he leaned in close to Andie. "But if you do...I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I stole a dance" 

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[ANDROMEDA READ]

Andie's ovaries almost decided to take a field trip to nonexistence, but she gasped a bit as her man turned around. She was definitely one of those girls who thought tuxes were super attractive, and she had never seen Ozzie in one before. But holy shit, he was just... Regaining her ability to breathe, she smiled and laughed a little at him for not getting the whole stranger thing at first. She didn't think she looked that great...

Okay, she looked awesome, not gonna lie.

She smirked right back at him, mischevious, and whispered in his ear like some classy escort looking for a client because what the hell, right? "I am dangerous. If he minded, he wouldn't say anything. I'm really quite persuasive..." She grabbed a piece of some sort of seafood, leaning in closer to reach behind him, and used it as... bait... and laughed (hehe, bait, like fishing, right?) Wait, was she really feeding him? What had she become? Addie would probably not approve. But that's what she loved about her, her motherly air.

Allison Read probably wouldn't have minded, though. In fact... she probably would have gone with her to get the dress and would have done her hair and playfully mocked her for her choice in mask. And she would have driven her to this masquerade fully aware of boys that would be there and said 'Have fun, Andie, but not too much fun,' though she would have been completely aware of what was going to happen, but just wanted Andie to have fun.

Wow, that was depressing. Her eyes were beginning to water and she smiled and turned away from Ozzie and led him to the dance floor. A new track begain to play. It was a slow song, though surely meant to please the younger generation as it was by Rise Against. Oh, it was Swing Life Away! One of her favorites.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor, I'll slave til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand"

Though they were dancing, thoughts of her mom kept pouring back into her mind and she had to hide her face from Ozzie because her eyes kept watering. What the hell, when had she turned into one of those girls who cried at dances? She angled her face downward, hiding her eyes from him, and tried not to let any tears escape. This was ri-goddamn-diculous. Again. There were just so many emotions, and serious ones, too. Not like an episode of Supernatural where everyone died, no, but something real. Allison Read would have loved to see her daughter dancing in her dress and shoes and makeup and hair and mask, but she couldn't because she was gone.


ooc; idk what i was even doing with this post