Disclaimer: NEVER! I will NEVER say it! You can't make me! *gun readies in the background* Er...Man of Action owns Ben 10 and I don't? *gun clicks* OK, fine! I won't say it like a question! Yeesh. Don't own Ben 10 'cause MOA does. *gun put down* Thank you. I OWN IT! PSYCH! *runs away*

A/N: *sigh* Because I had a screw up, I am doing the one that I was SUPPOSED to do. I fail. Ha ha, and I see that there are more reviews for the Gwevin one the last time than the Bevin one. See? Bevin is more of something that a natural Bevin fan should do! SO I'll do something more of my liking: GWEVIN. By the way, some of these one shots are connected to others, and some are not :p It's a mixed up mash of a bunch of different one shots! That way you aren't totally confused...Enjoy :D

Big Damn Table

38. Sound

He adjusted the collar of his shirt, running his hand through his hair another time. Why was a man like him so nervous? It was fine. It was something that he could handle. He's faced danger and death in the face time and time again. He was an ex-con, a man that had let no one in his way when he wanted to get what he wanted. He was the one that was always feared, always in control.

But when she came around, well...things changed.

He looked around, clearing his throat. The sound was drowned out by the loud sound of his surroundings. It was a neat, organized loud, not awfully chaotic.

The place was clean and elaborate. The hallway had lush white carpeting and rich red walls that were adorned with classic, Renaissance-era paintings. The doors were a dark maple, engraved with beautiful, lace-like swirls and shapes and golden door handles. The people filling the room made the place even more elaborate. Young men wore expensive tuxedos and suits with white, sheen face masks and sleek hair. In the arms of the men were dressed up young women who had their hair straightened, curls, pinned with ribbons, bows, flowers or made up with highlights. On their wrists were either a corsage or a diamond and gold bracelet. They wore lace and ribbon eye masks, framing their mascara and eyeliner heavy eyes. Their dresses made them look even more expensive, with poufs of taffeta, silk and satin, and rhinestone encrusted bodices.

Kevin looked down at himself. He wasn't doing the cheesy face mask. He wasn't slicking his hair back or wearing a fancy tuxedo. He let his hair fall where it may. He wore a black jacket, white shirt, a gray vest, black pants and some black shoes that he had found laying around in his closet. He wasn't going to dress up to impress people he had never met before. He could feel the gaze of girls glued to his well formed body with interested eyes and the jealous sneers of guys that wanted to kick his teeth in. Not that they could, really. They could try, but it would be the last thing that they would ever attempt in their pathetic lives.

He sighed, making his way to the food and drinks, which were right next to a band playing some classic music. He rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass of some bubbly clear liquid. He took a sip, snorting in disgust. It was completely unflavored, just bubbly and ice cold to the point where it numbed the roof of his mouth. He disscretly put it back with the other glasses and grabbed a small glass plate that was shining like diamonds. It made him think that this place was just a whole dream just coming to life. Was this place really that rich?

"I saw that Kevin."

He jumped a little in surprise at the familiar voice. "Jeez Gwen, I've been waiting for-" Once he turned around, his breath just whoosed out of his lungs.

Gwendolyn Elizabeth Tennyson had to be the most beautiful female in this world. She had to be.

Her delicate body wore a dress that clinged to her skin. The bodice was black, the sides adorned with tied purple ribbons on the side. The long deep purple skirt shaped around her legs, a cut descending mid thigh to the floor, showing off a nice, flawless leg that was wrapped up in a black high heels with ribbons crossing up her calves. She wore her beautiful black and purple Lucky Girl mask, the deep purple bringing out the bright green in her dark jade eyes. Her full lips were lightly glossed with a peach pink and her cheeks were naturally pink from the excitement that was happening all around her. Her long red hair flowed down to her waist, her hair not needing any special treatment like all the other girls. She held up a black laced gloved hand, smirking. "Hi. See that you didn't bring your mask."

He was completely speechless. He didn't really know what to say. He just stared, not feeling anything in his body...or his face. He was completely lost for words.

She lifted a finger, tapping the bottom of his chin. He snapped back to reality at the touch, feeling that his mouth was wide open. He snapped it shut, straightening himself a little. "I must be the luckiest guy in the world. I swear..."

She laughed, though something in her eyes lit up like she was excited from the compliment. "It must be the Lucky Girl mask," she teased lightly. She looked around. "So, what do you think?"

"It looks like one of those old fancy rich people movies. What do you call them?"

"Film noir?"

"Yeah."

She smiled, shrugging. "Hey, what can I say? My school loves to through parties like this. They go a little over-board, but the only real reason that we did this was for the Harvard staff and directors." She sighed dreamily. "What I'd do to get into Harvard..."

"Would you kill people?"

"Kevin!"

He laughed, throwing an arm around her petite yet strong shoulders. He could feel the postive energy flowing through her, hearing it sing through her veins. "C'mon Gwen."

She pursed her lips. "Well...I depends."

"Oh really?"

She lowered her voice. "If it was Fagstar, yeah. I would."

God, he was seriously such a lucky man to have a woman like her...

A/N: Heehee :) I'm a sucker for dressing details! I can't help it! I draw a lot of dresses and clothing, so I love detailing :D It's fun to be a girl sometimes! You know...besides the whole "Swimming the Crimson Tide" thing and giving birth. Why can't guys do all the work...Woah Brandy. Stay focused. Three weeks, six days people! :D YESSSH! Please oh please review! ONLY A FEW MORE FROM 70! THANKS GUYS xD