This was stupid, he hadn't went to any of the dances in high school and he really didn't see much of a difference between them and this one. He'd rather be at home in bed..or looking at things of interest, and what the hell was with the music, it sucked! They could have hired a better DJ..not that they even went that far, it was probably just some idiot putting on his own personal collection of CDs. He sighed a bit, staying leaning against a wall, remembering Victor's pleas with him to come. He hadn't wanted to, but the little green mutant had more sway over him then he'd like to admit.
Most of his clothes, surprisingly enough, had been salvaged from his ruined room, and what he was wearing was surprisingly amongst them. Anyone that knew him would probably be surprised to know that he owned a suit, and he wasn't really certain where he'd gotten it--but it was there, so he'd decided to wear it. It was a black suit with, oddly enough, bright teal pinstripes and the the coat had tails and everything, making him feel rather stupid, but he had it on nonetheless. A pair of black shoes, shiny black leather ones was paired with the suit, and also a pair of white spats, the color matching the color of the white gloves that went along with the suit. It even came with a top hat, but at the moment he had forgone wearing that. His hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and he had on bright teal eyeshadow that offset the pinstripes and deep maroon lipstick that, the way it was put on, made his thin lips look quite full, and then of course, his pale skin looked like makeup, but that was quite natural.
His mismatched eyes made their way around the room as he crossed his arms over his chest, wondering when would be the best time to give the punch his own special 'additive'..probably soon before more people got here. So he moved to pick up his top hat, which he'd left, bill down, on a table. He picked it up slowly, making sure to cradle the bottle beneath the hat carefully. Then, when the guards weren't looking he uncorked the bottle and innocently wandered over to the punchbowl, pouring the entire contents of the bottle into the bowl, then stirred with the spoon provided. Oh yes, vodka punch was much better then the boring normal sort.