Simon had put a tremendous amount of effort into a costume he was only going to wear for one night (not counting the questionable excursions he would surely use it for after). Though he bought most of the pieces, there were still parts he had to sew on himself, and his fingers bled for it. Unfortunately, because band-aids were decidedly not the fashion of 1700 to 1800s, he added another part to his costume: gloves. They were plain black color and did well to hide his sore and bandaged fingers.
The rest of his costume was more intricately designed when attached to Simon, who was not known to be careful and detail-orientated. He wore a white top with frills and lace, the back reaching past his knees in layers, and the cuffs of his puffed sleeves also layering lace the length of which nearly reached his fingers. Over his top he wore a large black bow around his collar and a reddish dark brown waistcoat with bronze accents, it hugged his frame similar to a corset, and its tail fell over the layers of his top. For the bottom half he wore black slightly puffed breeches cuffed just an inch or two above his knee and button with the same buttons of his waistcoat. Instead of showing off so much skin, underneath his breeches he slipped on white embroidered tights and buttoned boots the same shade as his breeches.
He didn't bother to do his hair any particular way, allowing his dark waves to shape however they wanted on his head with the brown hare ears he clipped on. However, he did his makeup, something he hardly ever did. He tried his best at a Victorian look, giving extra care to accentuating the pink eyeshadow around his eyes.
There were numerous times that Simon had flirted with his crush, and he had successfully caught his attention with unorthodox methods, but there were few times that he genuinely tried to seduce him. Perhaps something even more frame fitting and skin revealing would have been a better choice for the night, but something told him that a man as fashionable as Cian would find appreciation in his costume. And more importantly, Simon was charming and he knew it.
So, when he walked through the door of the Faust's, arm in arm with his Mad Hatter, he was already leaning forward on his toes in search of the blond. In a room full of costumes, it was an impossible task, far more difficult than it was to find out what party he would be going to. Cian hadn't even told him or Al what he would be going as. Probably something where he could show off his best features, Cian was not a shy man.
"This house is a little bigger than expected." Simon sighed, squeezing Al closer to his side. It wasn't so full it was uncomfortable, but full enough that there was not a single face that he recognized.
"We should find Irene." Specifically, he would be a terrible friend to invite her out and not talk to her. And also because he may need the back-up.
As they walked deeper into the room, Simon kept his hold over Al's arm, not ready to let him go yet.
"Couple of rules. As always, if either of us get drunk we must text the other and two if I don't get to leave anywhere with Cian tonight, and you want to go home with someone else, you can only leave me if they're 8 and above. I will not be being left for anything less." And yet, he knew there was little to worry about in that regard. Al's affections seemed to be given to a sole person.
Almost mindlessly, he had led them near the kitchen, where food and drinks were laid out beautifully on a table. The charcuterie spread seemed almost too fancy for a Halloween party, but befitting the type of host that was throwing the party. There were more than a few drinks to choose from, but he settled on the single bottle of wine to pour into his cup and sip from.
It was sweet and acidic, and the best wine he had the pleasure of drinking.
"Try this, it's way better than the boxed wine." He handed the cup to the redhead before grabbing a few piercings of fruit to bite into, and then his fingers wrapped around the neck of the wine bottle. Was there a way he could fit it into his waistcoat? Why did he have no pockets? He should have brought a bag.