Re: Dance Floor
After Nari had done him up, R had hung around waiting for Monsieur Sexy Tightpants to get himself ready, a little too eager to see this costume. He was considering asking Nari to loosen his own trousers up a little to make sure he didn't horribly embarrass himself (he was pretty sure he was going to embarrass himself anyway, but that was hardly new) and had almost opened his mouth to ask her when Enjolras had let out a frustrated noise and told him to just go ahead without him and he'd be down later once he got "things sorted out". So, with a shrug, R had grabbed his flask, jammed his hat on his head at a jaunty angle, and headed down to the Great Hall.
He'd been there long enough to stuff his face and get a good buzz going (thanks to some generous soul spiking the punch, he didn't even have to break into his stash of rum) and was enjoying dancing, the kind of loose-limbed swaying dance of a man who is just drunk enough to forget things like dignity or shame. Or, he was, at least until he looked up through the crowd, caught sight of a powdered wig towering over most of the other students, and promptly almost swallowed his tongue. He definitely forgot how to breathe, and his knees suddenly didn't work. Was he drooling? He hoped not and wiped at his mouth just to check. No drool. Chalking that up as a win.
R wasn't quite sure that this costume was legal, and now he got why it was necessary to request help hiding certain things away. The breeches were sinful, hugging E's legs and ass, which were accentuated by the spike heels on his feet (R didn't even know E could walk in heels. SOMEONE was holding out on him), the coat tucked in at his waist to accentuate the curve of his hips, and the shirt was so thin that it might as well have been totally absent. Maybe it would have even been better if E had been shirtless, at least it wouldn't suggest the kind of coyness that came with fabric like that. Not even the stupid powdered wig could throw him off.
God he was going to die. He'd been sure of it before but now, yep, definitely.
Unfortunately, E's appearance was attracting some attention from people other than him (as it always should, but even more than usual) and R cursed, rushing over as he pulled his jacket off. "Gabriel, honestly," he sighed, coming up to him and offering over his jacket.