Rocco stared at the alluring mansion before him. Chatter, music and laughter radiated from it like heat from a fire. Nervously, he adjusted his tie so that air was actually able to reach his lungs.

“Why is it that in order for a suit to look half decent, you need to be halfway dead? It’s just not fair.” he grumbled.

He smoothed his black suit with faint pinstripes, and made sure the belt buckle was tightly fastened. There was no need to embarrass himself tonight. Especially if the crowd was as large as it sounded. As he strode towards the mansion, he noticed his dress boots made a nice sound as they hit the path.

“Hey, kupo! What’s your name, so I can announce you?” asked Stiltzkin.

“Well aren’t you adorable!” gushed Rocco, “I’m Doc Rocco, but you can just call me Rocco.”

“Do you have a date, kupo?” the Moogle asked, giving him a disgruntled look.

“Oh, you Moogles don’t like being called cute, eh? Sorry about that. Oh, and I do have date. I dunno if she’s here or not yet.”

The Moogle ignored him.

“Um, do I just go in then?” Rocco asked uncertainly.

“Yes, kupo. Yes.” replied Stiltzkin tartly.

Rocco strode into the mansion, slightly contrite, and began looking for Bleachfangirl. A Final Fantasy theme filled his ears, one that he could not remember, and the magnificence of the hall filled his eyes. He managed to tear his eyes away from the architecture and instead turn his gaze to the crowds of people, and it became apparent finding his partner would be nigh on impossible. Rocco sighed, and began to look for Bleach. He managed to spot Anachlirium amidst the taller crowds, Lunasa and her three dates (He chuckled at her ability to get three dates), Xeim and Sinny together with Rika and Rocky. But no Bleach.

“Needle in a haystack, alright.” he muttered to himself, “Oh great. Talking to yourself, that’s real classy, Rocco. Oh shut up, what would you know? I’m only you, the person who knows you best! Thanks for that Captain Obvious.”

He cut himself short, realising he was starting to draw a crowd. Conversations with yourself weren’t exactly the best thing to do in the middle of a crowded hall. Rocco smiled, and began a brisk walk over to the bar. Only ten minutes into the night, and he had already embarrassed himself.