LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : OUTSIDE THE BALLROOM W /
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The cape was off, left behind somewhere inside the ballroom, and his social battery was low. It was nice being himself again, if he was still Allister Davis, he would have to push through and continue partying as if he wasn’t overwhelmed by everything. Now he can walk out without anyone caring. Sitting on the floor, Carmichael swiped through the many pictures he took throughout the party. Of the food, with friends, of his friends, of the random decorations, of Beyoncé-- whatever. Memories, new ones, better ones that will sit with him forever. He debated on posting these online ( to his new Instagram account, bigdaddycarmie... that’s a joke. that’s not his real handle. ) until he heard footsteps. Looking upwards, his eyes met with the other’s. “Hi, Steve.” Carmichael almost called him Steeb but he figured that he lost his privileges of calling the other that again. “What’s up?”