All things considered, for a ball in remembrance of mass death and plague, the decorations were strangely tasteful. Morbid, but tasteful. Initially Seifer hadn't really intended to come, it took Jason dragging him out to go buy something fancy and cool to convince him.

The opportunity to wear a modified SeeD uniform and make it look a hell of a lot better than Squall was a surefire way to get Seifer to cooperate. If only to irritate Squall, who really deserved it after that network post of his. The presumptuous ass. He'd still not been forgiven for that.

Of course now that he was there that left Seifer with the question of what the hell was he going to do with himself? Not like socializing was really his thing after all, and until he found Squall to go make a point of ignoring him he'd have to find some other way to entertain himself. Drinks and food is always a good place to start. As well as trying to keep an eye on his errant brother lest he get himself into trouble again too late. Maybe he'll even find someone to humor him with a dance. Of course with the suspicious nature of the city itself and ever growing paranoia spending the night keeping watch for anything interesting or noteworthy was a given. Unfortunately eavesdropping on the mayor was leaving much to be desired.

Those conversations were exactly as shallow and vapid as he'd have expected from a public figure. Politicians were great at that.