Blade glared at the mirror, shocked at the perfectly shaven, clean version of himself. He shivered, recalling the annoying women who forced him into the ridiculous attire. She wore at least two pounds of makeup and would constantly drop flirty comments and 'seductive' winks. Andrew glanced back into the mirror, grudgingly admitting that he didn't look that bad.
He wore a simple black suit with a black shirt and white tie. His feet were crammed into uncomfortable shiny black dress shoes, and his shirt was strangling him, having been buttoned up all the way to his chin. He groaned as the makeup coated woman sent him one last wink before finally leaving the room.
He glanced at the clock, noting that he had about five minutes until he had to meet up with his teammate-a young girl he had seen around a few times. Glancing back in the mirror, he decided he would make use of the time. He quickly ripped off the suit jacket, dropping it onto the ground and kicking it under the table scornfully. He unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt, allowing him to breath. Neatly he rolled up his sleeves a few centimetres above his elbows. With one more look at the clock, he ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head fiercely, allowing his hair to settle into its normal, mussed look.
He exited the room, spotting his teammate Madee, stepping out of the elevator. He nodded at her, offering his arm which she accepted.
"You know," Madee began with a snicker,
"You're supposed to be dressed fancy for this," She finished with a grin.
"Tch. Close enough," he replied, a small smile on his face. If only it could last.
Quelling the Flames
By a_person66
Are you a writer waiting to be discovered? Are you a fan of the Hunger Games? Then this is definitely for you... More