The Music/Stage - Red/Open
His outfit was appropriate for the season, a deep burgundy that was nearly the color of blood in the right lighting. He had even gone as far as spraying his hair for the occasion, concealed behind a rabbit mask. He didn’t want to portray himself, opting out of the wolf mask that he had been considering for the party. It seemed to go against what he wanted to be and so he had opted for something a touch more tender and probably more conspicuous.
Red loved to dance. It was in his nature to be outlandish but this particular moment he had dodged work to observe those that were moving along the dance floor. He winced at one particular fellow who seemed to have two left feet, the poor thing was tripping over himself. Red wrinkled his nose in distaste, “You might wanna leave before you hurt someone, champ.”
The guy left the floor, almost reluctantly, with that advice and Red exhaled a breath. That had been a close one but the vibe from the dance floor seemed more exhuberent for it.