Post by Lister D. Reynolds on Mar 1, 2017 23:47:37 GMT
When it comes to shoving LDR into situations he is not equipped to handle, his twin was a master. It started off innocently, she mentioned a party over lunch one day. And somehow he finds himself accompaning one of her friends on a date. Needless to say he was not able to keep up the conversation leading in him being ditched.
So he stood awkwardly over by the bar, holding a cup and watching everyone. They were loud. Most of them seemed to be having a good time. LDR looked down at his cup, berating himself on not being to just have fun. He only got that masked reflection staring back at him. That was the only thing he liked about this party. The mask was something on its own, something he could hide behind. A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. He didn't have to be himself. He could just a masked nobody, instead of just a nobody.
His mind was rattiling through the new people he could be with this mask on when someone bumped into him. The drink spilled down his shirt. The reflection was lost. He was just himself again.
