[It's been a few weeks and Gladio has come to both love and loathe his class with Ravus. Because now that he's noticed the man, spoken with him and seen him up close, he can hardly keep his eyes away. So he readily accepts an invitation to a frat party, figuring a night of drinking and meaningless sex might help him forget his unfortunate attraction to his TA.
Of course it's not just any party - it's a Halloween party. Which means costumes and bets and people wearing costumes as a result of losing bets.
Gladio falls into that last category. But he doesn't mind. He's comfortable enough with his sexuality and his body to wear pretty much anything. And that's why he walks into the frat house in a stylish Victorian Harlot costume, complete with the fishnets and boots. He even has his hair painstakingly piled into a very sloppy bun and a dusting of rouge on his cheeks and lips, mascara and eyeliner highlighting his eyes. Because when Gladiolus Amicitia commits to a costume, he goes all in. Plus he couldn't resist his sister's puppy eyes when she begged him to let her do his hair and makeup. And yes, he got waxed in order to pull the costume off properly. The only thing missing is the bouncing chest, but his pecs fill out the top of the costume fairly well anyway.]
Damn, I need another drink.
[He hasn't had nearly enough and he's only feeling the faintest buzz. So he wanders the house to find some more booze when a familiar shade of silvery-white catches his eyes. That looks like Ravus... but why would he be sitting on the shittiest couch in the house drinking what has to be a less-than-delicious wine in a costume? Gladio's boots clack their way over before he can stop himself and as he gets closer he definitely recognizes the man.]
Ravus! Didn't think I'd see you here. [A dazzling smile as Gladio cants his hips to one side.
He casually motions to the TA's glass with a hand.] Any chance you can hook me up with a glass of that? Need something until they bring out the good stuff.
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Of course it's not just any party - it's a Halloween party. Which means costumes and bets and people wearing costumes as a result of losing bets.
Gladio falls into that last category. But he doesn't mind. He's comfortable enough with his sexuality and his body to wear pretty much anything. And that's why he walks into the frat house in a stylish Victorian Harlot costume, complete with the fishnets and boots. He even has his hair painstakingly piled into a very sloppy bun and a dusting of rouge on his cheeks and lips, mascara and eyeliner highlighting his eyes. Because when Gladiolus Amicitia commits to a costume, he goes all in. Plus he couldn't resist his sister's puppy eyes when she begged him to let her do his hair and makeup. And yes, he got waxed in order to pull the costume off properly. The only thing missing is the bouncing chest, but his pecs fill out the top of the costume fairly well anyway.]
Damn, I need another drink.
[He hasn't had nearly enough and he's only feeling the faintest buzz. So he wanders the house to find some more booze when a familiar shade of silvery-white catches his eyes. That looks like Ravus... but why would he be sitting on the shittiest couch in the house drinking what has to be a less-than-delicious wine in a costume? Gladio's boots clack their way over before he can stop himself and as he gets closer he definitely recognizes the man.]
Ravus! Didn't think I'd see you here. [A dazzling smile as Gladio cants his hips to one side.
He casually motions to the TA's glass with a hand.] Any chance you can hook me up with a glass of that? Need something until they bring out the good stuff.