Friday Night Drabble Party!
It’s the last Drabble of 2016, y’all!
LET THIS YEAR DIE BY FIRE!
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His disguise had been too perfect.
He’d slid in through the back to steal leftovers from the kitchen before the head chef threw them into the incinerator. A month’s worth of food, destined to be burnt to dust at the end of the night.
When his chance came, he took it.
Then it all fell apart.
Trays of illicit hors d’oeuvres in hand, he was suddenly shoved into the ballroom, an angry red face yelling for him to stop standing there and get back to work. He’d been mistaken for a server because of his disguise.
His damned, perfect disguise.
Disclaimer: Mmmm, crab puffs.