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(Source: undy1ng)
If Danny McQueen was told to dress up in costume, Danny McQueen would dress up in costume… even if that meant overdoing it a little bit.
He stood in the lobby, wearing ridiculously tight leggings and sparkling like a glitter-dipped whore. He had meticulously groomed his eyebrows and applied a copious amount of eye shadow. Possibly the thing most motivated attention-seeking of all was the fact that he had found one of his wigs and teased until he looked like a scene girl drag queen. At the very least he thought he looked absolutely fabulous. He checked himself out one more time before he sauntered like a glam rocking alley cat towards the party.
Theatrics were built into him like a second nature.
Limbs loosened by alcohol and a hand in his hoodie pocket, Artie sipped his sixth flirtini. Or was it his seventh? He didn’t know. But the music was loud and Danny was quite pretty. So with alcohol fueled courage, he went over, tugged on a sparkly end of the man’s costume, and kissed him.
Danny was on edge and from the ambush he was not expected to be kissed as much as stabbed in the throat. He jumped a little and lurched backwards. Once he noticed it was Artie he was less startled, but his heart was still pounding. He stared for a moment blankly through wide eyes. He jerked back a little, tilting his head at the probably alcohol fueled courage Artie seemed to have gained. “Uh - hello?” he said. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Artie gave a small wink. He was dressed as Mark Zuckerberg. (A lame costume. It really was cheating, to be honest.) Although he was acting almost in character with his costume. Cocky, oddly reserved and snarky. “I was invited and I think it’d be a bit more than rude for me not to show up to an even that I was practically begged to come to. Brad is a pushy asshole.” he finished his long sentence with a scowl.
With a glance around the room he polished off another drink. Sawyer was practically getting molested by the girls and Joel. Although for humor’s sake Artie clumped Joel in with the girls. The still-sober part of his brain reminded him that that was quite sexist. The drunk portion didn’t give a shit.
(Source: fall-n)
