Silas generally enjoyed parties. He had spent a good portion of his life attending them and another good portion of his life preparing for parties. Those, of course, had not been mandatory get-togethers to promote unity within the community. They hadn't been doused in more plastic than the eye needed to see then either, but this was the modern era. One of these days he'd probably get over the overuse of plastic... or well he'd probably just continue to complain about it until there was no longer so much of it. Maybe today he could ignore the travesty. But between the homemade masks that looked like they crawled out of the gutter and the cheap decorations that would have fallen flat at a real masquerade, he probably wouldn't be able to. There was no excuse for doing poor research and and proudly donning poorly-crafted costumes and masks.
Despite the scenic disappointment, the company wasn't absolutely terrible. True, these people weren't exactly the party types Silas usually adorned himself with, but it was still entertaining to see them try to be. He had danced with a few people here and there, but they were (unsurprisingly) nothing like the dance partners he'd had in the past. Half of them didn't actually know how to dance properly, which was a scene in itself. Too many of these party-goers were spending their time trying to impress him. If it hadn't been for that (and the overabundance of plastic) he might have enjoyed this pathetic excuse for a masquerade.
”And now let’s slow things down a bit," the DJ announced (a DJ, what masquerade had a DJ for music??) as the music faded into something slower, something more romantic. He could have groaned. Immediately he caught the look of one girl in particular who had been following him around all night, trying to "make friends" with him. Or, well, clearly more than friends, which would have been fine if she hadn't been so annoying. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a clingy acquaintance. Silas glanced away and quickly spotted a familiar head of blonde hair nearby and almost applauded in relief. He might have if he'd allowed himself to acknowledge the existence of the feeling in the first place. After all, it was a shame that his reprieve from the oncoming catastrophe at hand was going to be in the form of the idiot from his dorm.
He decided he wouldn't think about how irritating Phoena was and take the chance he was given. Silas knew that he could avoid his clingy stalker, but she would only be back later. If he was seen making the decision to socialize with Phoena, the other girl would probably take the signal and back off. At least, that was how he was rationalizing walking up to his roommate, tapping her on the shoulder, and saying, "What's this? No dance partner for the basket case? What a shame when you look so nice for once."