🎃 @fellfoxe gets something halloweeny!! 🎃
For what it's worth? Bringing him out hasn't resulted in a complete trainwreck. The first party is every cliche thing he could have imagined in one house ——— the music is loud and the alcohol is so plentiful that they have some on ice in the bathtub. There are decorations covering just about every possible surface ——— from fake webbing to spooky cutouts, and the costumes have been. Well. Interesting, to say the least. It seems like plenty of people have chosen to take Felix's level of enthusiasm and go the safe and lazy route. There's too much skin being shown for Lazarus' liking ——— a side effect of the so-called 'sexy' genre of costumes, but there are a few people who seemed to like the holiday enough to really go all out in their outfits and it helps to not single him out as badly.
Because he did go all out.
Most people have already dubbed him 'Hot Zombie Guy' for the night and after a few drinks, the nickname doesn't bother him. It takes a bit of alcohol to help push him out of the corner, but when it does? He manages well enough. Most people break the ice by asking about his getup and he's already gotten into some very interesting conversations about latex and the usefulness of sealing powders and what makeup he actually used to paint up his face and arms ——— and when that fails him and his awkwardness starts to set in he's usually able to cue Felix with a look that he needs saving.
Felix belongs with these people. He fits in so goddamn well it's no wonder he loves parties so much. People smile around him. They laugh. Oh, they bat their eyelashes and get too close for his comfort as well ——— but even that is tolerated to a point. Lazarus busies himself with being social for the first time in what feels like forever. He asks about music. He learns about several mixed drinks ——— their names, makeup, and taste. The booze sneaks up on him; it always does. One minute he seems fine and the next he's able to note the way his body has relaxed. He isn't taught, doesn't walk with motions almost robotic once he's had a few. It's nice. Coming out. Celebrating a holiday. Being with him. All of it is nice.
Until it isn't.
Red eyes ( easy to pass off as contacts ) follow her the moment it registers what she's supposed to be. Orange ears on her headband. Fluffy orange and white tail pinned to her backside. A fox. It doesn't take long before she ends up in Felix's orbit, before she smiles at him and starts in on a conversation.
He hears it over everything. The music. The chatter.
'I'm Casey.'
Slowly his fist turns his Solo cup into a red crumpled mess. It joins candy wrappers and a few other miscellaneous items on the floor before he strides, long and purposeful, across the room. People see his face and they fucking move. He doesn't think up anything clever, doesn't bother with actually using words like he might have without the last few silly-named shots in his system. No. He goes straight for being possessive, for literally stepping between them before she can so much as breathe another question.
It's stupid. Caring like this. Getting jealous. It's stupid but something in his chest burns as he glares Felix down, as he looks damn near ready to grab the nearest object and try to behead his so-called lover with it. He'd been warned about this. Hell, he'd even allowed the first ——— what? Half dozen. With only a roll of his eyes. But this one? This girl, with this name?
No.
At least he doesn't try to strangle either of them. Instead he moves, quick and determined, to steal a kiss. Not a quick one. Not a peck on the lips. No. Nope. Lazarus goes in for something full-mouthed, tongue and breathy sigh included, for the entire fucking house to see. A few people cheer. Casey's smile disappears.
Hot Zombie Guy becomes Hot Gay Zombie Guy.
"Mon coeur." Oh. He's drunk. "Take me home."
