The Courtyard: Alex, Ashton, Barclay, Davian & OPEN
Davian was making his way across the courtyard, shoulders straight in his impeccable Paxton suit, hair perfectly in place, and even his shoes polished. He was virtually unrecognizable in his costume. He heard the shouts on the other side of the courtyard and looked over with interest. Davian's beard was not quite as perfect as Paxton's was, but a little glamour magic helped with that, and he rubbed it as he saw the group of students gathering around something.
"Well well, this could be interesting," he said in his most composed and elegant voice. To his credit, Davian had not broken character all night and had only slipped a few times by using the word fuck a bit more frequently than Paxton might have, but he was proud of his acting skills.
Davian drew closer, his tail swishing behind him, but glamoured to be hidden from sight. Paxton didn't have a tail, after all. "What's going on?" he asked the closest student, not joining the press of bodies so it wouldn't ruin the suit. Besides, Paxton wouldn't jump into a throng of people.
"Barclay just punched Alex in the face!" The student informed him. "And the dragon is about to go all RAHHHH on his ass, too!"
Davian's eyes widened. Alex vs. the druid and the dragon. Again. "FUCK!" His friend's mouth had probably gotten him into trouble again and then Davian remembered the costume Alex was going as. Ashton had probably not been as impressed as Davian was, who'd been rolling on the floor in Alex's room when the shaman had shown him earlier.
Davian dropped the act and shoved his way into the crowd of students, worming through them like a demon could, shoving where he couldn't, and only got his tail stepped on once. He broke into the center of the circle and without hesitation, swooped in between Alex and the druid with the dragon at his back.
"Okay, boys! Fuck off!" He called out, grabbing Alex, costume and all, and dragging him back. "We're done here. Come on, Lex."