The Gent's Room - Rasmus & Open
Once upon a time, Rasmus was a social animal. He used to adore a good party back in the 1930s and '40s. He used to slick back his hair with oil and form it into those tempting waves that were the style of the time, pull up those thin waist tapered trousers — cuffs, of course — his Garrison Stacy Adams shoes shined with spit, and a pair of long tuxedo tails to match everyone's lust for the one-and-only Mr. Astaire. Carnation in the pocket for when he was feeling fanciful. Oh yes. Rasmus used to be a snappy dresser. He used to be a mingler too. He could wine and dine until the sun shined. Just like all of those other silver tongued mixers, except that Rasmus actually had a silver tongue hidden somewhere inside of him. In fact, he had silver everything. All the way down to the nails on his claws.
But that was a long time ago. Now Rasmus rarely made an appearance at social functions. And when he did it was usually to play the role of the illustrious wallflower because every party needed one of those. Unfortunately this particular party didn't have any walls and he found it very uncomfortable trying to lean against thin air. So he didn't. Then again, this party had the benefit of being a masquerade. So that meant that Rasmus could put to use some of his old theatrics and play the role of someone else. Maybe even someone he used to be.
And then tomorrow he'd go back to being a grouch.
So what did the judgmental dragon wear that evening? Well, despite the impression he usually gave, Rasmus was secretly a very classy gentleman. He was just going through a phase as he was opt to every so many centuries. In fact, he wore the same outfit he wore to the last masquerade he attended which was probably sometime in the mid-nineteenth century. Thankfully, Rasmus took good care of his things. And he even dry-cleaned it to get rid of that moth ball scent. As for the mask, well, Rasmus went with simple, sophisticated, and silver. True to his nature. Granted it had a certain elegance to it that might have been better suited someone with a more feminine form, but Rasmus had both lithe and angular features and he thought the curved rim of the mask added a certain antithesis to the stark formality of the rest of his attire. Naturally the purple glimmer of his eyes would probably give him away to people who knew him, but perhaps the fact that he brushed his hair would throw people off from recognizing him.
Or maybe he could pretend to be his long lost twin.
Of course, none of that would matter much if the line to the men's room didn't quicken its pace. He glanced down at his pocket watch and sighed. It had already been thirteen minutes. Well, at least he didn't have to wait for the ladies toilet which was wrapping around multiple buildings on the street outlining the party grounds. Thank the old gods for small favors.