Dance Floor: Tobias and Belle
Tobias was fashionably late, as usual, as he never showed up early to anything that wasn't vital or important; made him seem desperate if he did, or so his own mentality thought. When he did arrive, his outfit might have been readily recognizable by some. A plaid blue long-sleeve shirt buttoned up and worn over a white plain t-shirt, with a black biker vest worn over the entire thing.
The jeans he wore were loose, worn low, and over white sneakers. The look was unmistakably un-Tobias. It was very much not him, after all, but it did add a bit to the mystique of the night: pretending to be who you weren't. What's more, he fit the look well, and despite his careful upbringing, he still had a rebellious darker streak that seemed to lend itself to the image he was currently portraying.
His long hair was slicked back some, and as he moved into and through the crowd, his eyes were busy taking in all the short skirts and obvious attempts at seduction so many of the costumes provided. What he settled on, though, was one of far more class as he expected it would be, and grinned when he spotted Belle. Making his way towards her, he moved in to place a hand against her elbow, but didn't grab it. Just a gesture of attention before he smiled to those talking to her, "Sorry to interrupt, but I have every intention of taking you up on your offer of a dance, and see no reason to waste any more time."