( parties are so BORING. he wants to go home!!!! he hates it here. ) mother had set him up to this -- an extravagant social with glittering chandeliers and sparkling champagne, only for the state’s FINEST, the crème de la crème, of course. the motts would have nothing less. but though he’s surrounded by elegance and charm, his expression is one only of severe agitation. his brows are knit, his lips pursed into a straight line as those around him, even MOTHER, prattled and chattered around him. ( his boredom is suffocating him. why can’t mother see that he’s utterly MISERABLE? )
in an attempt to escape the ceaseless noise that leaves his ears ringing and his head aching, dandy seeks some entertainment to keep himself preoccupied. perhaps some unsuspecting house cat to terrorize-- as he rounds a corner into a hallway not far from the party, he finds not a cat but a GIRL with flaming hairwithdrawing a cigarette. ( smoking is for poor people and freaks. ) an escapee, just like him.
his interest can’t help but be piqued, his eyes now round and lips slightly parted as he watches from the end of the otherwise empty hallway. feeling for the lighter he carries in his pocket, he approaches her with curiosity and delight. when he stops, he retrieves the small metallic flask and opens it, igniting a small flame to which he brings to the end of her cigarette. “ i have to pry -- is this a common thing of yours?? ”
