Welcome to the BAFA Ball [Open]

[saltybirds]

Characters: All BAF officers and their guests.
Content: It's the BAFA Ball. Yes.
Setting: Valhalla Ballroom
Time: 5 p.m. to
Warnings: There better be no fighting, or you could face dismissal from the BAF~

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Right inside the front entrance.

[lionlike]

Oh, social functions. Leon wasn't too keen on them, but considering this was mandatory, it wasn't like he could just ditch it. It was one of the disadvantages of having an actual rank; these required get-togethers, usually stuffy and dull in nature, for the purpose of mingling with the other recruits or something like that. Not exactly his prime choice of setting, but it wasn't so bad. He'd make it through the night.

...Maybe.

This time around, he had brought a guest. Someone very familiar to him, actually, which was perhaps a bad idea, but he knew it would be wiser to bring her along than to brush her off and deal with the consequences later. That could get expensive. Thankfully, she had dressed nicely all on her own. But they were late. Somehow.

Leon didn't care to puzzle over how that had happened even though he knew it was probably Claire's fault. He was a bit too preoccupied with briskly escorting himself and his dear friend inside, all while trying not to ruffle their appearances too much. Hey, he looked nice for once (prim

[bowgun]

“No, you behave, clean-cut.” Claire hissed back, her eyes narrowing towards her best - and emphasis on the best - friend as his grasp on her arm tightened. How had she been tricked into attending this fancy soirée again

[lionlike]

"I always behave." He was an officer, for God's sake! He was always on his best behavior. ..Most of the time. Honest!

It wasn't his fault he had to drag her along last minute, either. Claire was the only girl he could think of, and he didn't feel like being paired up with random girl 'friend-of-a-friend's tonight. He just wanted in, out, and on his way. So a date companion of the female persuasion was necessary. Who better than a childhood buddy that he could tolerate pretty well for the most part?

Granted, said buddy had tried to tote a gun along, but this was a classy social function! And now that he thought about it, he wondered if he should have searched her before leaving...

Suddenly, he gave her a mildly suspicious look, discreetly attempting to glance her over. "You didn't bring a razor or anything, did you? You know you're not allowed to cut anyone for any reason." Not that he knew where she would have hid it anyway. Where the hell was storage on a dress?

[bowgun]

“That is such a lie.” Claire rolled her eyes and used her free hand to brush her long ponytail over her shoulder, effectively hitting Leon in the face in the process. “You know as well as I all of the horrible things you have done in the past, Leon S. Kennedy

[lionlike]

A brow arched questioningly as Leon shot Claire a bland, unamused look... which was soon overtaken by a cringe and a head duck. Rose a hand quickly to swat at the ponytail that had just smacked him in the face, blowing out a rush of air just to make sure none had gotten caught in his mouth. Gross! "You should let me trim that for you," he drawled lowly with a smirk after regaining his bearings, letting his hand lower to his side once more.

Besides that, he wasn't fully satisfied with her doe-eyes or her weak pat-down of herself. A lady. Pfft. He was about as much of a lady as she was. The rest of her words were especially discomforting, as well, and got an exasperated sigh out of him