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Gabriel Bautista (xochipilli) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Gabe/Rafe - 7:05 p.m., snack table
Gabe found himself incredibly hardpressed to do much more than work at keeping his hands off of Rafe. Between the gold mask that fit his features perfectly to the gold toga wrapped somewhat sparsely around his form (he'd at the very least kept it PG for the evening, something Gabe both appreciated and rued), there was a lot of skin showing. Beside that, he felt worried about Rafe's mental state following the work party they'd both attended only a few days before.

The tarot card reading Rafe had received was all doom and gloom, but maybe tonight things would be just a little alleviated. They walked through the lobby toward the food table, nodding at Stephan who checked their names off of the list. It seemed like a bit much for such a small congregation inside a huge building, but maybe particulars were simply being observed.

"Some punch?" His hand gripped Rafe's tightly, his other adjusting the butterfly mask over his own eyes. It felt a little itchy, but at least the rest of him was dressed comfortably in a plain black suit. It wasn't the most festive outfit, but he'd done his dressing up at the other party. "And we can see what food they've got..."