In truth Meg probably shouldn’t have been there; Cal certainly hadn’t been overjoyed when she’d announced she was going to the party and she was on strict instructions to take things easy and not to drink with a promise to come and find him right away if her stitches tore. They were easy enough terms to agree to given how much her wounds still hurt and while the lure of alcohol’s fuzzy embrace was there, it was drastically overshadowed by the events of what had happened the last time she had drank so staying sober didn’t seem that much of a hardship.
So she was sat off to one side of the courtyard, perched sideways on a bench so she could lean against it if she got tired without putting pressure on either her back or her shoulders, with a soda in front of her as she watched the proceedings. Thanks to Mojo she didn’t feel underdressed either, the other girl having helped not only with picking a costume but with her hair and make-up so she looked every inch the 1920s socialite; her hair sitting in actual curls rather than it’s usual frizz and held back with a pretty gold headband that made her hair look almost white in comparison, the mask and flapper dress she had on shimmering like fish scales under the lights. There were shoes to match but they sat on the floor beneath the bench having quickly been discarded, leaving her feet bare as usual, the nails freshly painted.
Yes it was fair to say, she actually felt quite pretty and despite everything, a faint smile hovered around her lips.
Adam had his eyes on Kyle, who now had a drink in his hand, but after spotting who he thought was Meg he headed that way, sitting with her and setting aside his sword for a moment, but the shield stayed in hand. His costume fit him well the perfect knight with a silver mask. "Never would have guessed you were in a hospital bed a few hours ago," he said with a grin, eyes ticking back to Kyle, just to be sure.
Although he had told her his planned costume when he had come down to the infirmary earlier, it still took Adam speaking for Meg to fully realise who he was though when she did, her smile grew more obvious. "Never underestimate the power of good make-up," she replied, happy to take the compliment. No amount of make-up could cover the dressings she still had to wear of course but even they were mostly hidden by the wide straps of her dress. "Nice sword and shield ya got there by the way Sir Adam."
"I wouldn't know. But I will take your word on it," Adam said with a smirk. Lifting his shield more, he nodded happily. "It is. Kyle made it. Apparently he's been planning to dress me up like a knight for a while now." His fingers traced the lines again and with a bashful smile, something softer and all too telling about his feelings.
"Kyle huh?" she said. "Sheesh, there anythin' he can't do?" There was no missing Adam's expression as he spoke about the artist and she couldn't help giving his leg a small nudge. "Things settled with you two now? I know things were kinda weird when we spoke before but if he's making you stuff like this, I figure you're good right?"
"They've settled some. They aren't fixed because I'm not over something Kyle doesn't want, but I think we've found some sort of even ground." And it involved Adam biting the inside of his lip a lot to keep from blurting out what he was feeling or doing things he shouldn't. "But apparently no, though he'd say as much."
"Whadda ya mean by 'apparantly no'?" Meg asked, confusion clear on her face even with her eyes mostly obscured by the mask she wore.
"Apparently no, there's nothing he can't do," Adam explained. "It doesn't help that no one's ever done something like this for me. And what he said...I almost did something stupid." Adam felt his cheeks heat up, thankful for the low light and mask to cover the blush.