This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James and OPEN
"And here he is, our illustrious host," James' voice cut through the music because he had moved in close to Mickey, joining him in his dance. James had just arrived, having had a previous engagement that went longer than anticipated, and now he had been exploring the house, taking in all the rooms with the different activities to get involved in, but had eventually come to the ballroom to dance.
James had not yet indulged in the alcohol, and it wasn't of particular interest to him. What was interesting, perhaps the most interesting thing in the party, besides the dragon boy who'd come with the elf girl, was Mickey in here dancing by himself. For all his talk, for all his flirting, and for all the effort it seemed it put together for the party and his skintight outfit, the ifrit was still alone.
Leon was nowhere to be seen and last James had heard, he was still down in the dungeons. It spelled out several possibilities that James was interested in investigating.
For his part, James had for once dressed down for the event. Instead of his usual suits and tailor made designer clothes, he wore a plain white tee and black fitted jeans with boots. His hair had already been tousled by his feeding earlier. James had a full belly and he was looking for other forms of entertainment.
"You look dashing," he commented lightly with a smile. "I love the face paint."