when the party's over (Lackadaisy fanfiction)

when the party's over

It was a night he would've wanted to stay in his apartment, instead of being dragged to one of these damned parties by the Savoy siblings.

He didn't want it to go like this, in any way, shape, or form.

Well for one, Mordecai decided to keep his professionalism: that meant him not drinking any alcohol that'll make him loose and act a fool. He wanted to keep himself alerted and aware...specifically for this reason.

Mr. Sweet had thought to award him, Serafine and Nico for the work they've been doing. Of course attending a party was suggested, and the only one who objected was him. Majority vote won, and he was mildly peevish over the situation.

He watched the crowd of people, either dancing—as he thought it was merely a sea of flapping limbs—or playing some games: whether it be gin rummy or craps, the noise was causing a migraine to start forming and throbbing at his head. He hadn't picked up on any social cues or flirtations some young women had tried to use to make him fancy them. Still, it never worked.

"...this is pointless." Mordecai rolled his olive green eyes.

"Oh c'mon chèr, lighten up!" Serafine had strutted over, dry martini in hand. Her dark curls bounced when she walked, and she looked rather gorgeous in her slim, black and red flapper dress. Her eyes bore into Mordecai's, and even his soul. After she carved the sigil in his chest, he didn't know how or what to think, whenever she gave him that look: dulled eyes, broad smile, relaxed shoulders. She continued, "I dunno why you're sulkin' in dis corner, anyway. Come an' join Nico an' I."

"I'd rather decline." Mordecai adjusted his cufflinks, dropping his gaze away from her. "Why had you decided this was the best recompense for our efforts and risking our lives? Something more subtle would've been much more pleasant."

"Always such a disappointment." Nico tutted in a joking manner, leaning against the wall. Even at formal events, this cat never wore shoes. Ever. "At least have a drink, dat way you can be less miserable."

"...no." Mordecai's ears lowered, and pinned on the back of his head. Serafine sighed.

"Fine. Your loss then, Peekon." She had turned on her heel, tail swishing and heading off back into the crowd. Nico had only raised an eyebrow, and Mordecai gave him a once over, before the Savoy brother went off to the bar, being the hearthrobber he was—secretly—known to be. Mordecai internally groaned, then stepped out into the hallway silently, pulling out his pocket watch and he leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the pocket watch: midnight, exactly. This party ended in fifteen minutes, no earlier or later. He suppose he could enjoy the calmness of the hallway, and perhaps clear his head—

"Well~ aren't you a cute one?"

Oh good heavens , Mordecai resisted the urge to roll his eyes and grimace. He watched this mystery cat in front of him.

She was white like snow, but her hair was waved and black, for a contrast. Her eyeshadow had been heavily applied, and her lips were cherry red. Her eyes, however, were emerald, and she was in a rather revealing light blue dress. She had progressively gotten closer to him. Mordecai gripped his pocket watch tightly in irritation, his tail flicking.

"What is it now?" His tone had been a bit deadpanned, lowered and almost a drawl.

"I was just all on my lonesome, taking a step back from dancin' the night away...and I just had to make sure that you were alright." She spoke with a gentle Southern twang, and her bushy tail brushed against Mordecai's leg. Before he objected, she continued, "The name's Ruby...might I know who you are~?"

"...Mordecai Heller. Now, if you excuse me—" The tuxedo cat's eyes narrowed, putting away his pocket watch and turning to leave...only to be stopped, with Ruby's hands pressing against his shoulders, pinning him down. "Miss, unhand me please."