it was we who were the cliché [maddie] Feb 28, 2009 10:28:03 GMT 10
Post by lilyyyy on Feb 28, 2009 10:28:03 GMT 10
You could have just propped me up
on the table like a mannequin
cardboard stand upand paint me
Any face that you wanted me to be
Something about the very concept about a masquerade ball seemed just vain to the boy. And that was saying something, as Nathaniel Moore was one of the most vain people ever to grace the earth with their presence. But honestly, it seemed only to be a bunch of silly students running around in masks pretending that no one knew who they were. Even Nate couldn't get over how vapid the idea seemed. What was the point? Were these people really expecting to meet a mysterious stranger to sweep them off their feet? It just seemed like some sort of tired cliché.
In any case, Nate had never been one for the little social events hosted by the school anyways. There was rarely any alcohol, which automatically made it half as interesting as it might've been. Then, everything had to be all decent and sophisticated, which basically translated to stuffy and irritating. Of course, he hadn't much interest in the charity either. He wasn't all that certain that anyone did. The trust fund kids just seemed slap down a check in exchange for a spot on the VIP list. It was essentially buying social status. Nate had had no need for this, as he'd had the benefit of being the kappa president. Thank God for the Greek system.
Honestly, the boy had put literally no effort into the entire project. The sorority girls were the ones who enjoyed that sort of thing and maybe one or two of the kappas who were in need to service hours. All in all, Nate's job was essentially to show up and socialize and hopefully pick up some girls. Although by the looks of it, he'd have a bit of a difficult time. The guests weren't exactly the sort to toss off their garters anytime soon. At least not for him. Yes, the boy had made his way around the block with this lot, and he was rather certain they'd passed out warning posters with his face on them.
The general lack of amusement meant Nate had little more to do than hang out about the corner and people watch. Once and a while he might've danced with an arbitrary stranger, but for the most part he just stood on the sidelines. It was quite out of character for him, but what else was there to do? This was definitely not his scene and, as he would reap no benefit from actually socializing, the boy opted simply to bow out.
Sipping a fizzy thought completely virgin beverage, Nate observed the crowd. He specifically noted the individuals with the elaborate handheld masks and wondered how they planned to dance or do anything remotely interesting if they had to hold the silly thing up for the entire evening. His own plain black satin mask had already begun to grow uncomfortable, and he hadn't even needed to hold it up. In fact, everything felt uncomfortable. The tuxedo they'd insisted he wear was stuffy. His shoes were ill-fitting. His bow tie was too tight. Perhaps it'd be best to just leave. It didn't seem that anything or anyone interesting would be coming up anytime soon.