Adam Howard (stillcharged) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-11-02 15:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | november 2011 |
Who: Adam and Luc
What: Catching up/Halloween
Where: Evan's party (if this is okay with Alissa!)
When: Evening, whenever the party was/is
Rating: Probably mediumish
Having to sidestep around a six-foot gorilla to get through a busy doorway, Adam sent it a small amused smile, as if seeing a ferocious primate wearing a fez and holding a beer can was the most natural thing in the world. And for tonight it was, as the party teemed with all sorts of creatures that looked like they had crawled out of murky graves, fallen in from other worlds, or smashed through TV shows or movies or some geek's wet dream and were now roaming around reality for the evening.
As for him, he'd gone for a devil theme, which consisted of one of the slim-fitting black suits that Tristan had helped him pick out, a fearsome scarlet and black etched eyemask, and matching prosthetic stubbed horns attached onto his forehead which were really going to be a bitch to remove later. At least, that was what his friend from the local studio had told him when he'd brought them over earlier in the day to make sure he was going to get out and do something fun for the evening. The guy knew him well, because Adam had been tempted to just stay in for the evening watching a movie, having been too preoccupied recently with the workload and checking up with things at the hospital to entertain the idea of a party.
But he was glad, now, that he'd attended. Usually, he found it easy to embrace the energy of a decent party, something that drew out his ability to throw all cares to the wind, especially the costumed ones when it was difficult not to get caught up in all the intrigue, the flirtation, illicit encounters in darkened hallways, not invisible so that they ran the risk of getting caught. Halloween night in particular held good memories for him, and thankfully his brother was too old for trick or treating and needing chaperoning with his little friends, which had been one of the only down points, but over ten years down the line he could now pretend that things like that had never happened. Pretending that your teenage years in general never happened was, after all, a vital part of being a functional adult.
So while he wasn't quite in the middle of the room calling as many people as he could to arms, he had relaxed substantially, and spent the first hour moving unfettered through whatever circles he chose. The shit of the last month was still there, but for that while, it didn't feel like the only thing going on in his head.