DATE & TIME: september 22nd, 10:30pm LOCATION: founder’s ball STATUS: closed for @abramxlee
once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. the big lights, the crystal chandeliers, champagne flutes; taffeta gowns and pressed ties. how eyes look from over wine glasses, how breaths are held and tensions are ever-so high as the night progresses.
how horribly boring.
usually he gets paid for these things, makes his nights a little more worthwhile. a quick scan of the room has red lips lifting ever-so-slightly, focusing on a tall figure not too far from him.
at the very least, he deserves to go home with wallets just a smidge thicker, no? he makes his way over to the man, traces soft fingers along the line of shoulders before facing him, smile still ever-sweet, rosebuds blooming.
“my angel,” he tilts his head slightly, coquettish. “have you perhaps followed up on that client i asked about some time ago? it breaks my heart to know that some think that they can fuck me for free, like some sort of common whore. to think i got down on my knees for them, truly.”
he stops when he looks at the other closer - collar slightly skewed, hair still windswept - eyes move up to the red smudge just behind ears, boy reaching to wipe the blood away from skin.
“got a little carried away, sweetheart?” cleo brings the now-stained finger to his mouth, smiles around new splotch that mars his lips. “i do hope that was for me.”