Why must I be here? Bartiel thought, frowning to himself as he sipped his punch, walking amongst the couples at prom. He hadn't expected to be here at all - he had been intending on skipping prom and going to watch a prize fight, but... It's like having a parent for a teacher, but somehow it's even worse and more guilt trippy when it's your older sister rather than your mom. When it's your parents, you can at least rebel, but when it's your sibling they can give you a pouty look and tell you that you're their favorite brother and argh!
Bartiel sighed a bit, shaking his head and giving one girl a very light sigh as he sipped his punch. Bitter as hell. But that happens when you dump in some of the strongest moonshine you can get your hands on. Sipping his spiked drink, he smiled a bit, looking around. At least he wouldn't be too upset. He was known for being a hardass, for being a cold, for being a bastard, and overall a jerk, but overall he could be nice. He just never let it show, because he considered being kind to others to be weakness.
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A couple hours into the formal and...Bartiel wasn't 'smashed', technically... He still had plenty of self-control, but rather than being completely closed up, he was actually being...social. He was smiling and laughing with people. He was even chattingly open with one of his friends, Ryuuichi, who found it...well...confusing, honestly. They were friends, but Bartiel kept to himself and didn't talk to him when he was in public. Ryuuichi was happy to see him being slightly extroverted, smiling and chuckling with Bartiel until he tensed up, realizing something amiss, raising an eyebrow. "...You're drunk, aren't you?"
Bartiel grinned. He was a handsome man, with bright green eyes and ginger hair down to his waist in a braid, pale skin dotted lightly with freckles(That embarassed the hell out of him), who stood tall. "Yeah, a little," he said, and Ryuu rolled his eyes and chuckled, shaking his head. Ryuu's date, however, ended up taking him away to dance, as Bartiel frowned a bit. He... didn't honestly like being alone. He put up a barrier to keep people out, he acted hard and rough, but at the end of the day, it was just an act. A light sigh escaped his lips, another scoopful of punch filled his plastic cup, and so did another bit of his moonshine. It was only a quarter full and he... wasn't drunk, but he was more than tipsy. It was probably the strongest alchohol he'd ever gotten his hands on.
Bartiel sighed a bit, shaking his head and giving one girl a very light sigh as he sipped his punch. Bitter as hell. But that happens when you dump in some of the strongest moonshine you can get your hands on. Sipping his spiked drink, he smiled a bit, looking around. At least he wouldn't be too upset. He was known for being a hardass, for being a cold, for being a bastard, and overall a jerk, but overall he could be nice. He just never let it show, because he considered being kind to others to be weakness.
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A couple hours into the formal and...Bartiel wasn't 'smashed', technically... He still had plenty of self-control, but rather than being completely closed up, he was actually being...social. He was smiling and laughing with people. He was even chattingly open with one of his friends, Ryuuichi, who found it...well...confusing, honestly. They were friends, but Bartiel kept to himself and didn't talk to him when he was in public. Ryuuichi was happy to see him being slightly extroverted, smiling and chuckling with Bartiel until he tensed up, realizing something amiss, raising an eyebrow. "...You're drunk, aren't you?"
Bartiel grinned. He was a handsome man, with bright green eyes and ginger hair down to his waist in a braid, pale skin dotted lightly with freckles(That embarassed the hell out of him), who stood tall. "Yeah, a little," he said, and Ryuu rolled his eyes and chuckled, shaking his head. Ryuu's date, however, ended up taking him away to dance, as Bartiel frowned a bit. He... didn't honestly like being alone. He put up a barrier to keep people out, he acted hard and rough, but at the end of the day, it was just an act. A light sigh escaped his lips, another scoopful of punch filled his plastic cup, and so did another bit of his moonshine. It was only a quarter full and he... wasn't drunk, but he was more than tipsy. It was probably the strongest alchohol he'd ever gotten his hands on.