drabbles
ッ: Our characters will go to a costume ball together
Formal and masks. What kind of twisted event was this? Minho looked around at the dresses and tuxes and felt like he had to tear them up and paint everyone a greyish green and make them zombies. The mental image was comforting despite the followed images of them all facing him at the same time. Simultaneous zombie whiplash. Freaky. Cool.
Instead of zombies there was a swarm of fancy dresses, tuxedos that strangely resembled fancy pirate outfits (which was no where near rational - Fancy? Pirate? In the same sentence? Really?), and glitter everywhere. God so much glitter. The only thing Minho was interested in was getting out of this cesspool of cliche’s. That and the masks. He only knew about the party because a few women had come to him asking for painted on masks. Sometimes even bundles of people and he couldn’t deny he’d offered discounts out the wazoo if they brought more people which led to a few men showing up as well. To give the girl’s masks a more 3D effect he even added some feathers and flowers depending on what the girls mask was. He loved the owl ones the most. He loved the feathers and beaks. Safe to say he could recognize a few of the masks he’d designed and it felt great that so people were seeing them. He didn’t give himself much effort, clean laser cut metal wolf mask with his own tampering and additions. Simple.
Still, as happy he was to see his work walking around he hated social gatherings and was infinitely uncomfortable. How he’d even gotten here was just like a drunken blur. Except he wasn’t drunk. Just dumbstruck. When was the last time he’d even spoken to a girl without asking her to take her clothes off so he could art on her. He remembered a beautiful lady and an invitation in their hands and a mutual friend thinking Minho needed to be set up. He didn’t. HE didn’t think he did. Even if he did he didn’t want it to be at a lame masquerade that didn’t even have a point. Were they celebrating something? Is there a secret society requiting going on? Sacrificing lambs? Or maybe not lambs…
What’s probably worst is that in his anxious state of try to get out of the initial crowd of people he lost the female he came with and now he was searching the crowed. Hopelessly. Looking for a masked woman in a sea of masks and dresses. He was screwed and he didn’t know her enough to have her number either. Definitely screwed. “Great first impression Choi. You definitely knocked her socks off..”