closed starter with @alastxrmoody
As much as he loved a dress code, formal events in the summer were cruel, at least to those who fancied suits. Gowns at least allowed for barely-there straps, or slits that allowed a breeze to brazenly graze bare legs in the way that his fingers itched to do, but Richard was being strangled by his bowtie and his jacket was suffocating. He needed air; even if the outside temperature was typical for June, at least there would be space to breathe. That had been the plan, before a pretty little someone passed by, and the inevitable eye-lock meant Richard was no longer watching where he was going, and he promptly knocked right into another figure. It was an uncharacteristically sloppy moment, and the person he'd been making eyes at gave a giggle and slipped inside, out of his line of vision. "Damn it," he murmured, before finally acknowledging the one who'd intruded on what could have been a moment. "Ah. Moody. I'd say it's a pleasure, but -" Richard adjusted the sleeves of his jacket as though the action would finish his thought for him. "Should I assume you're on the hunt, or are you actually here to enjoy yourself?"