fancy meeting you here~(chris/seth)

[CASSIDY BOWERS]

It really was a fun party, even if Cassidy really didn't know many people there. And she had gotten lost on the way there. Twice. But she found her way there eventually, without breaking her shoe or tearing her dress to boot, so the night was starting off on a high-note. Still, now that she'd found her way to the masquerade, she had no clue what to do with herself. So, she paced, her lovely little form moving the length of the large room, back and forth.

Her dress was soft and pink, and it hung in flowing drapes of the sheer pink fabric, the strapless design making the birthmark on her back fairly visible, though her blonde hair in it's usual curls managed to obscure the view fairly well. Her ivory mask sat on her face gently, drawing attention to her blue eyes. Really, it was probably odd- the girl walking along the edge of the room, seeming almost agitated in her indecision.

She was really in quite a dilemma though- she wanted to dance, but didn't want to venture out on the dance floor alone. At the same time, she wanted to get something to drink and find a seat, but she didn't want to risk spilling something on her dress. Mentally, she debated as she toyed with her jewelry, spinning her rings around her fingers in a most awkward display of social ineptitude.

Finally, she decided on a compromise. No dancing. Sitting, with no drink. That way she was safe from humiliation on the dance floor alone, and the risk of ruining her dress was negated. Yup, that sounded like a good plan.

[CHRISTOPHER JORDAN]

Despite what he’d heard about the masquerade being put on for some birthday of the Make-A-Wish foundation, there was something about the perfectly toasted sandwich on Christopher’s plate that seemed so much more enticing at the time. He’d mastered the technique necessary to execute every detail of every ingredient in his own carefully chosen recipe, and had specifically set out a good portion of a half hour to get it all done. Lettuce, tomato, a few pieces of deli meat (usually a surprise), sliced American cheese, absolutely no onions, and just enough mayonnaise to coat one of the two slices of whole grain bread. He added his favorite, and most surprising to his audiences, ingredient after piecing everything together.

Immediately after the first bite he caught the sweetness from the bananas, and was instantly satisfied with his work. He grinned at the success, and moved in to take a second bite just as the phone rang, distracting him for one long second.

Three hours later he was stuck, sandwich-less, standing alone at an oversized banquet table, shoving pieces of fruit with little toothpicks in them angrily into his mouth. He couldn’t believe he’d let his friend talk him into coming. Jason had said that he wanted to meet a girl there, and could really use the extra man power to make the whole night less awkward. Chris should have known that the girl actually existed, and that she was actually going to be there, willing to be courted. It was a lucky thing that he’d brought one of his suits from California too, or he’d be charging a good rental straight to Jason’s lifeless credit card. Not that his own was looking any better, but that was besides the point. He was perfectly comfortable with leaving the million dollar piece of plastic his dad was constantly reloading to sit on the top of a forgotten shelf in his apartment. At least until late December. Again, beside the point.

He took a long heavy sigh, and threw the newly bare toothpick into the closest garbage can, where a tiny pile was quickly accumulating, then finally turned away from the table all together. Honestly, he was glad for his friend. It was good to see him out with a girl, but he still couldn’t get over the fact that he wasn’t being allowed to leave now that the objective was completed successfully. If he’d been able to come in on his bike instead of carpooling, he’d have been long gone, and well into a second sandwich.

Maybe another piece of that fruit was in order.

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