LOCATION: Hawkins' Reception WHO: @conorxatwood
The arrival to the house was intimidating, the place was painfully beautiful. Everything elegant and pristine, far fancier than anything Maverick has experienced in his life. The people he did not recognize dressed to the nines, making his suit seem like it came from a thrift shop. Maverick sat stiffly in his wheelchair near the edge of the dance floor, fingers tapping anxiously against the armrest. Every glance in his direction felt twice as heavy tonight, whether they were actually staring or not. When Conor stepped closer though, Maverick’s shoulders loosened just slightly, his expression softening despite the nervous tension still lingering there.
“You know,” Maverick muttered quietly, offering a crooked, self-conscious smile up at him, “when I agreed to come to this thing, I thought there’d be less…whatever this is.” He gestured vaguely toward the sea of wealthy guests and polished elegance surrounding them. “I feel like somebody’s gonna realize I don’t belong here any second now.” His thumb rubbed nervously against the sleeve of his jacket before he looked back at Conor again, voice softer this time. “Thanks for coming with me though, I uh. I really enjoy my time with you.”