Clara and John
Without Clara's insistence that he wear something to match her, John was at a loss as to what to put on. The clothes he owned were old hand me downs and had seen more than their fair share of use. He had taken it upon himself, for Clara's sake, to go to one of the used clothing stores in town and find something more appropriate to wear to the dance. It wasn't as nice as the suit Mickey had let him borrow for Ambriel's wedding, and it managed to accentuate how thin he was, but it would have to do.
His mask had feathers to match Clara's, but were purple to go with his shirt. John had been hugely relieved to hear Leon was coming, and had made his brother see him in the ensemble to reassure him it wasn't too ridiculous. Leon had given him a shrug and said it wasn't terrible. That was all he was going to get from the vampire.
So when Clara took his hand and complimented him, John's confidence was boosted well beyond what what his brother had been able to supply. His face darkened and he smiled. John adjusted his mask with his free hand, glad it hid the flush of color to his cheeks. "You're the best looking date here, not me. What should we do first? The place looks... incredible."
John looked around the ballroom and was amazed. Everyone dressed up in their masks were an impressive sight to the already beautifully decorated room. He turned to Clara and quipped with a half smirk, "Hey, do you think wearing the Venetian masks is considered cultural appropriation?"