reticently commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

Rath didn’t care much for the pomp and chaperones that surrounded the Homecoming Dance, and while he loved being around people, tonight he would have rather gone to an actual party. However, mostly everyone else he knew was here, so here he was. He’d dressed up in a nice pair of dark slacks, a white button up shirt, and a slick black tie. He felt like a proper, dapper gentleman, and the fact that he’d snuck in some vodka definitely would help the night.

He’d made a few rounds chatting with all the familiar faces, and a few people who had strayed off by themselves, if only because he couldn’t stand to see people all by themselves. Plus those sort of people were always interesting, or at least willing to talk after a few questions and jokes.

It didn’t take him long to get a bit bored of it all, and he’d been about to go check on his sisters when he felt a tug on his shirt. He wasn’t too surprised to see Tatum, but he was concerned to see her by herself. He knew Homecoming was even less of a picnic for her than it was for him, and he was worried about her. Having to deal with everything, and all by herself, was no doubt taxing. He didn’t approve of the way it made his sister so unhappy, so anything he could do to help, he would. Especially if it involved a bit of a smoke,

“Had enough of people already?” He teased her, though he gestured for her to lead the way. Sometimes Rath was sure she only smoked so much because of the stress of being closeted. “Though where’s Sam?” He asked curiously. He had yet to form an opinion on the man, but he did want to get to know the guy, especially if he was going to be hanging around Tatum a lot.