Fox rolled into the dance dressed to impressed; showered, nose powdered (its a figure of speech. He didn't actually powder his nose... neither Coco nor Velvet had dark enough powder for him to do so), cologne spritzed onto his neck, and face clean shaven. He looked stunning, if he does say so himself.

The first years were grooving in the middle of the dance floor like they owned the place even though it was the beginning of the night and the important people (ie. The older students) wouldn't arrive until the dance was well into the swing of things. It was always the unspoken rule of things.

The older you get in schools, the cooler you become—or so that would seem.

Fox quickly went over a mental checklist as he entered; hair in an orderly fashion? Check. Breath fresh? Check. Suit pressed and fitted right? Check and check. All he was missing was a date, he glared at the crowd dancing and mingling. The rest of his team was already here and either dancing or holding out a small conversation with someone else in their class.

The blonde girl from team RWBY welcomed him with a large grin and a warm "Hello, how are you?" in which Fox replied with his own crooked grin before continuing to survey the room.

"Did a dark skinned boy with green hair enter at all?" he might as well ask, she would know better than anyone else if Sage had arrived at all yet. Based on the quick conversation that he had had with him, Sage seemed to have been tossing the idea around. Hopefully he had settled in coming to the event and not sitting it out—not that he would blame the male either. Dances were kinda lame.

"Oh, Sage?" his head could not have snapped back in her direction any quicker. That was the magic name. Sage, it rolled nicely off his tongue while he was dolling himself up for this event. "He's actually riiiiight over there," she pointed towards the back corner where a redhead (Fox assumed the redhead was male based on the suit he was wearing) was adjusting his suit jacket, nattering about it not looking right.

"Thanks," Fox threw his thanks at the blonde before creeping up towards the duo. Sage was calmly (still with the calm, huh?) sipping at his punch, eyes skimming over the heads on the dance floor, head nodding at just the right places too keep his redheaded companion ranting. Fox's lips settled into a grin, a bounce in his step as he sashayed up to the pair. "Hey," his tooth pricked against his bottom lip. Pulled tight as he levelled Sage with his charming smile.

"Hi yourself," the tallest of the three replied, posture settling back as he hooked a finger through his belt loop. The redhead arched a well groomed eyebrow at the interaction, mouth closing with a soft tick of teeth as he settled back to watch the scene unfold.

The orange haired boy flicked the hair out of his vision leisurely, eyebrow raising almost against his will. He was smug, he wasn't about to deny that. Fox prided himself in a lot of things, but he wasn't vain. And as much as some people liked to argue with him about, he did in fact have a heart. It was just tucked deep inside, under all the sarcasm, sass, fiery retorts, and over confidant thoughts about himself. After all, the only way to gain confidence is to pretend that you have it until you actually do, right?

But that wasn't it; he also took after his namesake. And really, what was his parents thinking? Calling him Fox and not thinking that he'd maybe one day hit the ground running with that name and enjoy causing mayhem and mischief. "Care to dance?" he grinned. This was it, this is where he'd sweep him up and tuck this green haired boy to his side. Showering him with just enough back-handed compliments that'll keep Sage guessing.

It always worked when someone tried it on Fox—made him think that maybe, just maybe, this one could withstand him and give him a run for his money before he broke them in. Or, maybe, they wouldn't break. Fox always hopped for the later.

"Not with a pompous prick like you," that one reply shattered everything. Fox's aloft posture, Fox's smug little grin, his plans—all of them. He didn't have a back up plan for this, this had never happened before.

"This guy has one hell of a bitch face," the redhead stage whispered towards his friend. And Fox ground his teeth together. That son of a bitch—son of a bitch! He exhaled heavily through his nose; a tenseness he didn't even know he had fallen into dissipated.

Sage continued to watch the orange haired male with a small lift in his lips, easily hidden when he'd take a sip from seemingly endless punch in his glass. His free hand still settled around his hips, thumb still hooked through his belt loop.

He was fucking with him—this bastard was testing him.

Fox's eyebrow climbed right back up to the place it was originally, shoulder dipping just slower than the other. "I'm called Fox for a reason," he warned the green haired male. And you know what he did? Sage smirked, he full blown smirked!

"Is that so?" he challenged leaning slightly forwards. Fox's gaped; he was throwing all shorts of mixed signals at him. But he was interested... he was interested right? Fox closed his mouth, grinding his teeth together. He should really take his leave now; gather his thoughts and plan his next plan of attack.

He was going to woo this boy—he was going to do the greatest wooing Beacon had ever seen. Just you watch.

The orange haired male forced his lips up into a large grin, "enjoy the dance," he hopped it sounded like a nice sensual purr. But he wouldn't exactly be surprised if he spat it out as he made his haste retreat, mock solute and everything. With three long strides Fox hissed out between clenched teeth—he knew he had just possibly (read: royally) fucked that up, but he knew that if he lurked around any longer it would've only gotten worse.

"Yatshuhashi!" he snapped causing the seven foot tall male to turn his attentions away from his date. Fox gripped the collar of his suit and pulled him down to his level, "I need your help wooing someone." He was ignoring the feeling of a pair of eyes watching him. He knew he was watching, but he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of looking back.

"You need my help?" he sounded doubtful; which he should. Fox didn't woo—he didn't really have to. But this Sage fellow was a hard nut to crack... and Fox loved a challenge.