KEROSENE & BENTLEY | AFTER MIDNIGHT
Bentley had been a little awed, dare he say surprised, when he'd found out he'd warranted an invitation to the hottest party on New Year's Eve in L.A. It's not like he was a humble young man, in fact he had no problems telling everyone he saw just how well his music was being received. However much he might think he was awesome, he hadn't figured he was this far up. It was a good feeling, one that put a little extra pep in his step as he got himself ready for an evening of fun and certain debauchery.
Let's face it, he was going mostly for the debauchery.
Being a guy had its perks, and Bentley didn't have to think much about what to wear. He just happened to have a pair of red leather pants, with a studded design for an added perfection bonus, and a black zip-up leather vest lying around from various music videos lying around. A quick trip to his prop closet, again for various concept videos, produced a demon-themed mask to complete the look with. Bentley threw on his combat boots, running a hand through his newly cut hair with a cocky self-satisfied smirk on his face. "I look damn good, don't I?" he said to his reflection, before turning with a wink and heading out.
The longer he was at the party, the longer he had been glad he'd been included. He knew Romeo knew how to throw a party, but this was nothing like the ones at school. It went above and beyond everything Bentley had imagined, in a good way, and it wasn't long after midnight before he found himself making his way outside for a little air. He didn't get overwhelmed, it was more the overheated atmosphere causing him to need a brief break.
Elbows leaned against the balcony, he let the cool breeze tease the bare neck he was still getting used to, looking out at the skyline with complete satisfaction. Hearing the doors open and close, he glanced over in time to see the beautiful blonde notice him. Lips quirked into a smile as she started with an apology, though he had no time to tell her it wasn't necessary as she rushed into a rant about why she needed air. Keeping a straight face lest she think he was making fun of her plight, Bentley nodded attentively as hazel eyes watched her delve into her purse.
"Sounds like you need it, so no. I don't," he said, smiling at her obvious flirty look. "I won't say no to sharing, though. I do believe in spreading the love to others." Winking, he adjusted his position so she had room to stand beside him should she choose to, which was surprisingly difficult despite how skinny he was. He was just too tall; too many limbs to organize.
Looking over again, he grinned, knowing his mask kept his identity hidden. He felt the same familiarity she did, though wasn't above playing coy. "I don't know. Do I look memorable?" he wondered with another trademark grin.