Luna Flores.
Luna quickly gazed upward at the pleasant voice that generously offered outerwear in her grip. This polite stranger must have noticed her mouth, was it blue from frost bite? Without realizing Luna began reaching out to warmly welcome the cozy material but then retracted a bit with a slight nod. “Thank you but I might not be able to find you at the end of the party. I wouldn’t want you to go without it. My brother’s inside, I can always borrow his vest.” The last part said through a quiver as she shrugged and then genuinely smiled at the newcomer carrying a strange box. The previous quiver could have been for either horror at possibly borrowing her sibling’s attire or from the biting cold—she was not sure which.
Instinctively a curious tilt of Luna’s head followed as a lone male rounded the front arches while peculiarly speaking to himself. This fact established as he continued to venture forth without another form following behind. Luna was the last to judge as she had found herself speaking to the shadows a few times for comfort in that desolate room long ago. Visibly she tensed as this horrid memory materialized in the pit of her stomach, where it sickly churned. Somehow she managed to counter the awful feeling of the past like she always did and tossed a welcoming smile his way. With each approaching footstep she was able to study his sharp features for only a moment. In all honestly he was quite eye-catching if not a bit severe in nature.
“Hello, welcom—.” Luna abruptly stopped as the male nearly rushed past seemingly desiring nothing more but to ignore their presence. Did she have something in her teeth, a bit of green from that caprese salad earlier? Even though Dez would find this kind of behavior quite rude Luna could not help but at least try to steer him away from that direction.
“Hey!” A shout surprisingly sounded from an otherwise naturally demure girl. Where this courage came from only God knew but still she was unsure if that would grab the mysterious male’s attention or not. Though suddenly this surge of valor faded, and the usually shy girl felt like recoiling in a shell someplace with a sea urchin. “Umm, it’s not safe.” Was all she could muster as her voice had fallen to a near whisper as fingers fidgeted nervously.
Dez Flores.
Spiked headphones were placed atop Dez’ friend’s head as the faux hawked man decided that his time at the DJ case had run its course. This tended to happen when one had such a short attention span. The tattooed male could sit still no longer than an hour—give or take--before running off regardless of location or situation. Dating was obviously hell and something he had very little interest in. The sixties would have been his time warp of choice; free love was something he believed in wholeheartedly.
Unlike Luna who wanted a dedicated boyfriend yet was unlucky in the relationship department, people flocked to Dez yet he wanted nothing to do with commitment. It was not like he would let anyone near her without a thousand pounds of resistance anyway. This rather alternative male had been known to have a sister complex, in being over protective that is. Even causal friends were scrutinized under the ever watching eyes of Dez the Defender--or so he was nicknamed. His actions were sometimes despised by Luna even though he meant well. She was not a defenseless child anymore yet her brother had not gotten the memo.
Pulling a pack of cigarettes from his vest pocket Dez proceeded to slip one between his lips while heading outside. Lest he burn down the art the committee so tirelessly placed throughout the castle. Luna would never forgive him for such carelessness. Roughly a few feet after heading through the doors his hazel gaze locked onto a girl with crimson locks toting a box. His inquisitiveness piqued and he flipped an engraved zippo lighter bringing the flame to the end of the stem. “Need help carrying that? It’s filled with illegal substances, yes? A guy can hope right?” He managed to say with a smirk while exhaling a swirling cloud of smoke in the opposite direction of the azure eyed student.