inferno // l.s.

nineteen

mitch is hosting a dinner party.

by dinner party, niall explains that usually there's a theme and everyone dresses up all nice and fancy — which makes louis really excited because there's this dress he's been dying to wear for ages now — and they either meet at the club and hold the party or go to one of mitch's houses. es, as in plural, because mitch is mitch and has to have two or more of everything.

every staff member of inferno is guaranteed invited because this usually allows them to bond more and grow as a team of regular dancers, members of the clique, etcetera. he hosts a dinner around the same time once a year: mid fall, where it's not too hot and not too cold, perfect weather for late night shenanigans and too much alcohol.

mitch came up to louis and zayn two days prior, formally inviting them to his dinner party and said to bring a plus one (plus two, in zayn's case) of their choice. of course the man already knew who they were bringing but it was part of his offering. this year's theme is a black tie theme so of course louis was even more excited to hear that.

niall stands next to louis and adjusts his bow tie in the mirror, buttoning the bottom three buttons to his suit jacket. "you'll be fine. you're confident as hell, lou. i already know 's gonna look banging on you."

"i can't find my good heels," the smaller boy huffs. "i just want my heels."

"i would say wear your boots but i know you only like to wear them to the club," niall shrugs. "what size shoe are you?"

"eight."

niall nods and says he might still have a pair at his apartment. thank god they're neighbors and thank god niall used to be a femboy dancer.

louis digs through his makeup bag and finds what he wants to use while niall is gone. jessie's supposed to come do his makeup for him and get ready there and they're going to file out together. they're all supposed to show up at the same time. liam and zayn are going to wait on niall and make a grand entrance because niall says mitch's parties deserve a good crashing, but niall thinks louis' appearance will definitely be more extravagant.

he's not sure why. just because he's cross dressing outside of the club doesn't make him a goddess or iconic. niall has always been the hypeman of the group, though, so he's probably just saying that to get louis pumped up and comfortable.

niall returns with shoes as promised and jessie walks in with him, smiling at louis once they appear in louis' bedroom. louis loves jessie, she's so sweet and charismatic. she eyeballs the dress sitting on the bed and opts for bold eye makeup as always.

once louis' hair and makeup are done, he changes into his clothes and beams when the heels niall let him use are a perfect fit. they seem to be brand new, too. they are a gorgeous pair of solid black closed toe heels that give him maybe three extra inches of height. silver snakes wrap around his ankles for support. he'll definitely buy these off of the irish boy because wow they're lovely.

niall zips up the back of his dress for him and whistles at the sight once louis does a full 360 in his mirror.

"respectfully," niall murmurs as he looks at the slit in louis' right hip, "harry's going to die."

louis bit his lip and says, "hopefully he doesn't."

"does he know you're going?"

shaking his head, louis grabs his small clutch bag that has his basic necessities in it. wallet, phone, keys, cigarettes, and a little bit of marijuana to top it off.

harry doesn't know he's going because he told the man he needed to finish homework assignments. when harry offered to help him study, he declined and told him to go have some fun. he didn't want to startle the man and end up not going at all because he had a feeling the man would either a.) have a heart attack or b.) pop off a raging boner.