And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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Stiles - overflow!

[evildetector]

[ if left to his own devices, stiles will spend a majority of his time at the masquerade in one of two places:

one could either spot him hovering around the food, where he will be casually stuffing himself with whatever catches his eye and looks delicious. he's people watching, too - dressed in a simple suit and white half-mask, it's clear that his outfit was a last-minute consideration. that mostly just means he's pretty awed by the extravagance of what a lot of others are wearing. don't mind the way he's gawking while he feeds himself some weird puffy cream cheese snack.

otherwise, and more towards later in the evening, he'll probably be out dancing. poorly. very poorly, just because that's what happens when you let a teenager unsupervised into a party with an open bar. that wine, though? a+. he's probably still holding a glass of it as he dances, as a matter of fact. ]

for nova!

[evildetector]

-- maybe when we get home.

[ it seems to take him a while to arrive to that conclusion. ]

Dunno if I love you enough to try it in front of literally hundreds of people. Dozens, maybe.

[takeabow]

Wow. You're not willing to humiliate yourself for me? I dunno, Stiles.

[ teasing ]

[evildetector]

In front of dozens, I said. Not hundreds. So: yes. There's just a limit.

[takeabow]

Okay, I'll accept that.

[ and she'll lean over to kiss him quickly ]

[digthefuzz]

[Continued from here!]

A wager? [He blinks. He hadn't considered a wager! But maybe that's just what this game needs! Kurt smiles as he thinks it over.]

Um... we could bet credits? Ooh, or the loser has to do something embarrassing!