@annastrxng ((watch as I less than seamlessly combine half a whole meme!))
“So I guess this is the wallflower section?” Crockett muttered over the lip of his cup. The punch at big parties was always diluted, he found, or, not spiked enough for his taste.
Crockett had not been invited to the ball as a guest as much as he was posted there to police the premises. “--It pains me to say, ma’am, but I must confess I ain’t here to ask ya’ t’ dance with me ... See, me and m’ boys are here to, uh, well, to thwart any of them soi-disant ‘shady’ characters that do like t’ come around these types’a things ... ” Technically every character was a shady character when in costume. But that was beside the point.
The Domino mask he’d donned just for the occasion asked very little when it came to the question of his identity; his angel-devil grin still dented his cheeks in and his chin yet showed nary a sign of the razor. Indeed, had Crockett really wanted to disguise his appearance at all, then he would have chosen something to cover the lower portion of his face ...
His mannerism, too, was obvious. For, were he any one of Mrs. Strong’s other admirers, he’d waste no time in whisking her away to the floor. But Crockett did not know that it was his eye’s apple to whom he was speaking -- Had he known, he would have omitted ‘wallflower’ from his commentary entirely, as he was always mindful of the companion-less state which that wretched attainder had put her in. Also, had he known, the proverbial jig would most assuredly be ‘up’.
Poignant or pleasant, the man could not hide his emotions well.
“Some people go so overboard with these things, you know, I feel like I’m hobnobbing with royalty here ... I’ve never worn anything this fancy before! These shoes are leaving blisters!”
