Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Burden, he'd heard someone come in. One of Father Amos' first lessons had been about being aware of his surroundings, so he did notice soon as he wasn't in the bathroom alone. But there was no reason for anyone to think he was up to nothing amiss in that stall. In fact, after making the copy of the key with a kit he had secreted away in his pocket, he pissed and flushed, and he reckoned that would be good enough for whoever was out there at the bank of sinks. He hadn't been made while taking the key, so there wasn't that to fuss over, and the folks here all thought him a pretty and vacant thing, which was precisely what Father Amos had told him to make them reckon.
He opened the door, and something in his belly told him who was beyond the partition. He reckoned it a silly thing, his belly trying to inform him of an untruth, and he stepped out expecting to find himself face-to-back with a stranger. But even as he opened the door, some part of him knew better. And, now, seeing Damian Wainright at a gala event, it wasn't so surprising. Burden, he didn't know how many of these events Damian attended, but Father Amos had mentioned the other boy in more than passing plenty of times this past week. He also hadn't missed Damian saying they'd be seeing each other this weekend, and now he understood why. He just didn't know if Damian was aware of what he, Burden, was doing at this event. But he just stood there, did Burden, and he met the boy's glass-green eyes in the mirror. "I reckon I could say the same of you and burgundy velvet." And he wasn't concerned about Damian turning him in, should Damian be wise to his reasoning for being here. He wasn't real sure why he felt so certain about his own safety, especially after bruising the other boy's feelings at the music store, but he was certain. He was real certain. His smile was crooked, lazy, a smirk some and smug as he leaned his shoulders back against the divider between the stalls. "Mind if I use one of them sinks?" he asked.