This might, empirically, be the worst night of his life. He feels out of place in his own skin, threatened by everyone around him, and he's tried to quell the tide of anxiety with cup after cup of spiked punch. It was not strong enough.
Most tragic of all, his sense of style seems to have vanished along with his self-confidence, and he's trapped in a hideous purple velvet horror that smells like a thift shop. A mature, sane Eliot in control over his fashion choices would have opted for something either totally Oscar Wilde or more modern and Tom Ford, but no, no, this suit has fallen drastically short of either. He is not fit to be seen.
Which is why he's currently hiding behind the gym's bleachers, partaking in liquid courage. Unfortunately, since he has reverted to hapless adolescence, said courage comes in the form of peach schnapps.
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This might, empirically, be the worst night of his life. He feels out of place in his own skin, threatened by everyone around him, and he's tried to quell the tide of anxiety with cup after cup of spiked punch. It was not strong enough.
Most tragic of all, his sense of style seems to have vanished along with his self-confidence, and he's trapped in a hideous purple velvet horror that smells like a thift shop. A mature, sane Eliot in control over his fashion choices would have opted for something either totally Oscar Wilde or more modern and Tom Ford, but no, no, this suit has fallen drastically short of either. He is not fit to be seen.
Which is why he's currently hiding behind the gym's bleachers, partaking in liquid courage. Unfortunately, since he has reverted to hapless adolescence, said courage comes in the form of peach schnapps.