The grand ball

[Nox]

One thing Nox noticed was that even the servers were wearing attire that was more expensive than his entire belongings save maybe a few of the guns he used to own. He hadn't needed a gun in well over a year and a half now. Though he still kept a handgun close, but rarely used it. And he hadn't really picked up a cross bow in eons. Ironic that his go to was now blown to smithereens and Nox barely cared.

His thoughts carried him around the room, looking for Cruz. You'd think his friend would be easily spotted, but everyone was dressed the same and Cruz felt at ease. Nox was sure he stuck out like he didn't belong. A cute blond stopped in front of him and offered him a drink. Nox shook his head. "No, thank you. Maybe later."
The latter had barely been uttered before the male server was moving on through the crowd. Nox was a no one. He didn't want a drink no reason to linger.

Fuck! He needed to find Cruz.

Nox tried act cool, but the tuxedo made him sweat, and the power was only making every sight and sound that much brighter and that much louder, but Nox refused to be without. Nox thought he saw Cruz as he disappeared into yet another crowd, he turned quickly and stepped without looking and ran into the back of a man, two inches taller and a hell of a lot bigger than he was. "Fuck."
Nox started then stopped and tried not to stammer as he issued his apology. "Yeah, sorry for my mouth and not watching where I was going. I didn't spill your drink did I?"