It wasn't like Zack had been to a lot of parties before. ShinRa wasn't really that big on inviting any of the SOLDIERS except for the top level ones. Which meant that Zack had often had to sit out company affairs. Which was what made today so exciting. A ball? A party? Damn right he was in. And in meant pulling out all the stops. A dashing green suitwith a nice pink flower at the lapel so Aerith would have no problems finding him, and horned mask bedecked with more pink flowers made him visible in a crowd.
Of course one of his first moves is not for the dance floor. Honestly? Zack's never danced in his life. No, he's bound for the buffet. Because he's excited to see what sorts of snacks might be available for him. What? A guy's got to have some energy for an evening, right?
Socializing Up A Storm
Mingling is good, right? Very good. So when he's not snacking, Zack's on the move through the crowd, cheerfully approaching anyone who looks like they're having fun. Not the people who seem bored or like they'd rather be anywhere else. He grins and offers out his hand and nods to them.
"Isn't this party the absolute best? Oh, what's your mask supposed to be? Ever been to one of these before? Why'd you pick that color? Ever wonder why we're celebrating the people who died and remembering them, like, has anyone ever met anyone from then?"
And maybe some of those things are meant to be leading questions, hoping he might get some clues to bring back to the unspoken resistance his buddy Cloud was starting. Who knows, maybe he'll find someone who has been here a while. Chances are, though, he's not. Either way, he can learn something new.
Zack Fair | FF7
It wasn't like Zack had been to a lot of parties before. ShinRa wasn't really that big on inviting any of the SOLDIERS except for the top level ones. Which meant that Zack had often had to sit out company affairs. Which was what made today so exciting. A ball? A party? Damn right he was in. And in meant pulling out all the stops. A dashing green suitwith a nice pink flower at the lapel so Aerith would have no problems finding him, and horned mask bedecked with more pink flowers made him visible in a crowd.
Of course one of his first moves is not for the dance floor. Honestly? Zack's never danced in his life. No, he's bound for the buffet. Because he's excited to see what sorts of snacks might be available for him. What? A guy's got to have some energy for an evening, right?
Socializing Up A Storm
Mingling is good, right? Very good. So when he's not snacking, Zack's on the move through the crowd, cheerfully approaching anyone who looks like they're having fun. Not the people who seem bored or like they'd rather be anywhere else. He grins and offers out his hand and nods to them.
"Isn't this party the absolute best? Oh, what's your mask supposed to be? Ever been to one of these before? Why'd you pick that color? Ever wonder why we're celebrating the people who died and remembering them, like, has anyone ever met anyone from then?"
And maybe some of those things are meant to be leading questions, hoping he might get some clues to bring back to the unspoken resistance his buddy Cloud was starting. Who knows, maybe he'll find someone who has been here a while. Chances are, though, he's not. Either way, he can learn something new.