Roger was really excited about tonight. He liked galas, especially the ones Mandy agreed to attend with him, and they’d finally reached a sort of middle ground regarding his public life and her need for privacy. Things were… much better than they’d been a few days ago. He felt a lot lighter. Like this was going to work out. He patted his breast pocket, something that was quickly becoming habit, making sure the little band of metal was still there. He hadn’t formed any sort of plan about asking Mandy yet and had no idea how he was going to do it, but he’d taken to always carrying it around with him. Pressed up against his heart, like tonight, or tucked into the little change pocket of his jeans. Just in case the moment came.
His costume had been Mandy’s idea, and while initially he’d turned his nose at it, it had grown on him. He hadn’t been keen on covering up half his face, seeing as it was so pretty, but it was sort of mysterious and showed off his mouth and it was pretty cool, actually. Plus he had a cape. The only thing he didn’t like was the cumberbund- and really, if you were an opera ghost who could kill people and whatnot why would you fuck with a cumberbund, but he didn’t grumble too much. He adjusted his Phantom mask one final time, then headed downstairs to meet Will and Mandy.
He broke into a grin as soon as he saw Mandy. That was pretty much the most awesome thing a girlfriend could wear for him. It was adorable and sweet and her boobs looked amazing. “Awesome,” he said, appreciating her for a long moment before wrapping her up in his cape and attacking her neck with kisses. “I will take you down to my sewer and make love to you in a boat.” Roger laughed when Mandy finally shoved him off and he turned to Will. “Gay, mate. Fucking gay.” He shook his head. “Alright, we ready for this nonsense and excitement?”