Who: Eric and Sylvie. What: A ball date! When: November 20, evening. Where: Medical Science Masquerade Ball Warnings: Likely sexuality. Maybe violence too? Depends if they get peckish.
This was Eric's first ball and he wanted to do it right. So he rented himself the most expensive tuxedo he could afford and told himself that it had to last through four nights worth of dates. Really, he would be surprised if it lasted through one date, given that he was starting off with quite a bang, but he would give it a go. He found a mask at a store that had seemed to pop out from almost nowhere as he'd wandered the streets looking for something suitable and copied the youtube video that showed how to put on a tuxedo very carefully before meeting Sylvie at the tunnel, offering her his arm. He guided her out into the park and then onto the street, into a waiting taxi. He couldn't afford anything fancy, not after the hit he'd taken on the tuxedo rental, but he'd brought a flask for them and shared his vodka as they went.
He escorted her inside just as the final speech appeared to be ending, which was a good thing, as Eric had heard that the speeches at this particular ball were the worst part of the night. Taking her on a slow tour of the room to show off the absolutely gorgeous creature on his arm, he plucked two flutes of champagne, passing her one and spying a tray of oysters. With a grin and a kiss pressed to her cheek in apology for having to drop her arm to deal with slurping down an oyster while still holding onto his champagne. He wanted another one. Really, he wanted the whole tray. But he wasn't about to embarrass his date by acting rude in public so he finished off his champagne and offered Sylvie his hand. "Want to dance?" He asked, eyeing the dance floor. "I have watched many videos on the youtube. But you might have to lead at first."