CLOSED STARTER for @walshparker LOCATION: Casino Night Fundraiser
No matter how many times Kit put on a tie for whatever event that called for it, he still found himself tugging at his collar barely an hour into the night. Suits just weren’t his thing. Ties even less so. Though for the sake of keeping up appearances and feeling like he actually belonged at this school, he kept the material fastened around his neck. If he was an English major, he’d probably think up some super poetic metaphor about it. But thankfully, for everyone who had the ability to read, Kit’s efforts were placed in Animal Science – a field he felt much more comfortable (and competent) in. He was just on his way to the bathroom to undo the irritating thing – maybe retie it in the hopes that it’d make wearing it a lot more bearable – when he brushed against someone while making his way past some roulette tables.
“Oh, sorry– Ah, Parker Jane!” His mouth pulled into a grin sight of her. Amusement tickled his insides that it was Parker of all people that he’d just run into, especially since the last time they bumped into each other at an event that held a dress code, Kit was also fussing with his attire. “If I take this off, do you think you can keep the fashion police from taking me out?” He asked, two fingers tucked into his collar. A jest, of course. Throwing it back to the conversation they had at Homecoming where Kit, like he was now, was struggling with the stuffiness of his outfit. “You look great. How’s your night going?”
