The party is horrendously boring.
Of course, he hadn’t expected anything less, considering that he’s attended enough of these events to conclude them to be nothing but dull and tiring. His father had forced him to walk through those doors like royalty, one of the very few to arrive with a red carpet. Now, if he’s fortunate ( a long run, if he’s asked, but he can try nonetheless ), he’ll be able to survive the evening without being recognised. The worst care scenario is having to plan an escape route in order to avoid getting caught, although that would more or less require him to leave.
In other circumstances, the idea is vastly tempting. As for tonight, however, he has other plans. One he’d like to enjoy, if he allows himself.
Stealing a drink from the tray, he takes a sip, in the hopes of regaining the confidence he’d left behind. After nights of exchanging texts to arrange a meeting for the evening, Jupiter has been careful, although he’s also undeniably eager. Shy, perhaps, would be the better word.
Once he spots Evan among the crowd, he places the glass back on the table and walks forward.
“Hey,” he says, softly, after tapping Evan by the shoulder. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Slowly, he fiddles with his thumb, eyes glancing from the other’s neck to the floor. He lifts his head after a hard swallow, tilting it towards the exit to the garden. An escape, perhaps, to a more comfortable quiet. “Would you like to go outside? Get some fresh air, maybe?”