cole - naenia, legacy of pluto - eighteen - optio of fourth cohort
cole bustled happily into the greek prom dance, dressed up as superman. a silky, painfully tight body suit made of a thin neopren material pressed to his built chest; and smiled at a few greeks he knew, aswell as his roman friends. a son of mercury handed him a cocktail, which cole took gratefully and nodded at him. he pushed himself through the thrumming crowd, heading towards the spacier corner of the place. he high-fived a few people, and grinned back into the drunk faces of of-alcohol-smelling-people and evaded some dancing girls who grabbed him by the hand. he politely excused himself and pushed himself from their grasps. he flung himself towards a free bar table with two chairs; the same one he had sat at during the halloween dance -- the dance he had met lakisha. lakisha. cole smiled, tapping his fingers across the hard wooden surface of the table. he remembered how he had asked her to dance atleast four times, but she had refused bluntly. but this time cole wasn't going to give up. he had a goal this evening. eyes on the prize, baby. thats what his uncle bob used to say. huh. uncle bob. haven't seen him in a while, have i?
cole whistled innnocently and kept on the lookout.
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