Normally, Ryou wasn’t one to dress up, definitely much less the kind of person to attend a dance. His reasoning for attending was simply to make sure that Bakura wasn’t getting in to copious amounts of trouble. But, he also figured he might as well enjoy himself while he’s watching from across the room.
He was dressed in a simple black suit, royal purple accents adorning his suit. For his mask, he had an intricate gold filigree mask that covered the top half of his face. To match the delicate metalwork of his mask, he had on several borrowed gold rings from his thief of a roommate; lastly, his long white hair was left alone to cascade freely.
Ryou sat at a table alone, idly watching as everyone danced through the room. He swore he’d recognised several people but, he wasn’t leaping out to go talk to anybody passing by. He hummed along to the music softly as he nursed the triple shot of scotch he had in front of him.