@meteor-shots
He didn’t even wanna be here at this stupid ball. He had to wear his dress uniform and everything. The collar was digging into his neck, and the only thing he could think about was how un-decorated his lapels were compared to everyone else’s. Sure, he’d earned himself a couple of badges over the years, and the insignia on his shoulders declared him to be a Third Class.
He took another gulp of his drink and looked around. There were so many people, and he didn’t understand why having a formal ball was even a thing now. He didn’t want to be here, and he was going to leave as soon as he possibly could.
He didn’t want to risk running into anybody he didn’t want to see.
He decided to go outside and get some fresh air. Clear his head a little. Maybe he could call his mother and let her know that he was okay. He didn’t exactly know how much news Shinra was letting get out of the city about this Geostigma thing, but he hadn’t talked to his mother in a while anyway.
When the conversation was finished--he couldn’t stay on the line long and risk his mom finding out how drunk he was--he turned to go back to the party and ran headlong into someone. His drink didn’t spill, thankfully, because there wasn’t much left of it. “Oh shit, I’m sorry--!”