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You know what this is, and you know what'chu came for ;)
Most of these oneshots are heavily influenced by different songs I listen to.
And, yes, I know I'm four years late, but I recently got obsessed with D:BH from watch...
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A/N: this is the dress you are wearing in this.
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Markus shrugged his jacket on, overtop the black vest and white button-up tied together with a sleek black tie, getting ready for the cocktail party that he was going to with his adoptive father, Carl, and his adoptive brother, Leo.
Carl always said he hated going to cocktail parties, and yet went every time. Probably because he had fans that wanted to meet him, which is what Markus often told him whenever he would comment on his dislike for said parties.
Leo was indifferent; mainly going there because his father and brother were going, because of the free food, and because he was always looking out for a girl he could probably meet. He'd been wanting to find someone lately, and a cocktail party was a good chance.
Markus just liked being there with his family.
Once they had arrived at the party, Leo had gone off to get a drink.
Before that, Markus had given him a friendly pat on the shoulder in a silent "good luck" with finding a girl, and Leo had sent him an eye roll before heading off.
Markus let out a silent chuckle, subtly shaking his head.
He glanced down at Carl as the man chatted with a few other patrons, before he averted his gaze to scan the room. Just to generally see what all was there, what kinds of people were there, that sort of thing.
Women of varying ages adorning dresses or dress shirts and nice form-fitting pants, men wearing tuxedos and vests and button-up shirts and ties of varying colors.
He caught sight of the table with the different foods, the table with the drinks, the dapper waiters carrying around round trays of champagne glasses.
There were many tables that people sat at or stood around, there were all kinds of decorations strewn about, fans of different artists (Carl included) scattered and talking about their favourite works of art.
As he gazed around the room some more, he caught sight of someone in particular.
Someone, being you, clad in a beautiful off-white dress with black lace paired with a thin choker with small black beads hanging from tiny chains. You wore short black heels that were lacy around the edges, occasionally dotted with little black gems.
