Mickey & OPEN
Mickey had almost started out the night in a classy way. The djinni didn't need much help looking tropical, dressing in an elegant black shirt and white shorts that showed off his tan soccer-player's legs. He coupled them with black Birkenstock sandals and a puca-shell necklace, completing the look. He'd promised himself he'd keep the look intact until the afterparty, at least. He was supposed to be spending that with Leon, but perhaps the voodooist could be persuaded to go to the real afterparty...
However, before the dance had started, Mickey had run into a few graduating Experts and their illicit vodka. Which... well, he'd joined in, helping him in feeling free, and soon, he was on the dancefloor.
Mr. Cavanaugh had drily pointed out to him that, since Mickey was in fact nowhere near the waterfall, perhaps it was better to keep the shirt on. After he had considered going for the waterfall and deciding against it on account of the expensive cellphone in his pocket, Mickey had put the piece of clothing back on, though he'd kept it open. He was dancing to the summer beats the DJ was playing, looking for someone to have fun with.