Brodie decided he would walk - very slowly - to the ball. He wasn't exactly sure what had gone through his mind to actually participate in that sort of thing, but hey, it was his birthday, and he'd look like an arse if he wanted to.
Not that he thought he looked like an arse, mind. He thought one could do no wrong in wearing what he was wearing, and it didn't even look that conspicuous, which was perfect.
Now, if only he could stop nearly-but-not-really tripping on his Jedi Robe...
He arrived and, as usual, didn't see anyone he knew. Seeing as he hardly knew anyone at all except for the band, it was no surprise. Still slowly, he walked to the bar and ordered a beer, for lack of a better thing to do. Looking around, Brodie saw some cool costumes, and some weird ones. In any case, the ball seemed like a festival of colour and texture.