Tom Marvolo Riddle (
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Sometimes when one is in negotiations with certain groups in the Underside, especially a group of most peculiar late '70's era types in their King's Road fortress, one is better off blending in.
Which would explain why Tom's hair is spiked up, why his shirt is ripped and pinned together over tight leather trousers, and why he has a sneer on his face. Oh wait, the latter would be because he forgot to change clothes on his way for a much needed scotch.
He's just realized what a prat he must look. However, once he notices all the other odd get ups, he breathes a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness it's Hallowe'en," he mutters and heads for the bar. He hopes his scotch isn't spiked with anything but alcohol.
Which would explain why Tom's hair is spiked up, why his shirt is ripped and pinned together over tight leather trousers, and why he has a sneer on his face. Oh wait, the latter would be because he forgot to change clothes on his way for a much needed scotch.
He's just realized what a prat he must look. However, once he notices all the other odd get ups, he breathes a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness it's Hallowe'en," he mutters and heads for the bar. He hopes his scotch isn't spiked with anything but alcohol.