Fountain: James and Open
It was a thing people did, go to their school dance. It was a motion to be carried out like taking a shower, attending class, completing homework. It was expected, and so James did it.
Putting a mask on had been a rather absurd idea to him, initially. His own face was already a mask that hid his true self. His true identity, not as the heir of the Weatherby business and fortune, or of the ward of a prominent vampire, had been hidden since the first day he walked onto campus. Some had come close to seeing behind it. Leon. Paxton. But always they went away.
James wore a mask, but he shed it soon after entering the ballroom and tossed it in the trash. He had also foregone his usual smart suit in favor of something more casual, something that looked like he'd not made an effort. He hadn't put thought into it. He simply went through the motions.
James stood by the fountain, pouring himself a glass that he wouldn't drink, and he was lost in thought. The cup overflowed and poured over his hand, onto the floor. James looked down at it despondently. With a small sigh and wave of his hand, he tossed the cup away from him onto the floor, spilling the rest, and wandered away from it.