A fancy work day

Prism’s POV

His tail was slowly swinging from left to right, his hooves clutching the plate tightly that was holding beautiful food items. His breath was steady by now, the first rush of anxiety had passed. It still felt like a dream that he was actually here, at the big Gossamer Gala.
The apron he was wearing was making quiet ruffle sounds when it moved. Prism had not been officially invited to the gala, but he hadn’t expected that to begin with. It was a special event for the rich and popular and he was neither. However, how could he have missed out on such an event! After a lot of back and forth he decided to apply as staff and got accepted. This was quite the big deal for someone like him. Not only was he shy, blushed easily at the smallest things and was confusing to others due to having a blank stare, when he was not blushing, he also suffered from social anxiety. Normally one would assume that such a bun would never in a million years want to go to such an event. But despite all of this Prism was an extrovert. He felt so alive and hyped among all of these other buns, despite being worried at first he realized this was one of the best events he could have gone to. Why? Because he could be around many people while still being kinda invisible. The fancy folk around here didn’t pay very close attention to who was holding snacks or drinks for them.
‘As long as I don’t cause any accidents, I will be fine’ is what his mind kept repeating every now and then. Which is why he decided to just stand around for the time being and let guests approach him, instead of walking around and offering to people. It felt like a saver way of going about it.

Cupid’s POV 

Other buns must have thought them mad, turning down an invite to the great Gossamer Gala to instead work as a waiter. Little did they know Cupid had other plans. Much like their name suggested, Cupid enjoyed matching couples up (even if they couldn’t find themself a match) and being a waiter at the Gossamer Gala was a perfect opportunity to watch all the extravagantly dressed up buns socialising from afar. Cupid hoped this would bring some insight into pairing up some beautiful couples by encouraging them at the Gala or by getting them into contact at a later date.  

Strict instructions had been sent to the catering staff for the event to enter around a secret back entrance to the building. Unfortunately for Cupid, they had spent a little too long preening their pretty pink fur in the mirror and he had a mere fifteen minutes to get to the event and get dressed into the provided uniforms. Cupid ran as fast as their little legs could carry them to the venue, hooves making light tapping sounds against the hard pavements whilst they panted heavily. Upon following the instructions they found their way into a back room next to the kitchen where a small pile of catering uniforms lay.

‘Shoot, I only have 5 minutes to find a uniform that fits me’ Cupid panicked to themself as they rummaged through the pile, it appeared those who arrived earlier had already taken the best options and the messy pile remaining was all that was left. Usually, Cupid would have no issue fitting their small but pudgy body into any clothing but it appeared all the bun-size options were gone and they’d have no luck fitting into doll-sized stuff. ‘Darn it’ they thought, just as they were about to give up, a small piece of black fabric caught the corner of their eye, across the room lay a tiny bow tie. It was a miracle! Realising the Gossamer Gala was seconds from starting, Cupid quickly clipped the little bow tie onto their chest just high enough as not to cover their favourite little heart marking and sprinted into the venue hall, barely looking where they were going. 

Prism’s POV:
His eyes were quietly watching the many guests around. So many beautiful outfits to admire. Every now and then someone came to pick something off his plate and he always tried to force a polite smile, though he could feel his cheeks glowing red.
At the moment he was watching a bun with white fur, brown spots and turquoise horns. ‘How can one bun alone eat so much food… I never thought one could eat every single thing this ball has to offer, but looks like I will be proven wrong… Unbelievable that he still seems to be in such good shape’. He almost let out a gasp when said bun met his eyes for a second and he quickly averted his glance. His legs were shaking softly as he could see the spotted bun making his way over to him. Prism didn’t dare lift his eyes, he knew it might seem impolite but he felt as if he would start crying if he did. The stranger though did not seem bothered at all. “That looks nice, haven’t had that yet” was all he said as he took the last bits from his plate. After a few more seconds he wandered off again and Prism realized that he had been holding in his breath. ‘I need to be more careful… others might get offended if I stare to much’ he slightly shook his head to clear his mind a bit before looking at the empty plate. Slowly he started walking towards the staff area to pick up some new food from there, his mind still wandering off.

Next thing he knew something, or better say, someone had bumped into him and he found himself on the floor. For a second he just lay there blinking confused, before sitting up and looking over at what had hit him. A bun with silky pink fur was on the ground as well, a small bow tie clipped to their chest fur showed Prism that it must also be staff. That was at least a bit of a relief, who knows what a high member of society would have done to him for not getting out of the way. Prism pushed himself to his feed again before offering a hoof to the stranger. “I-I am so sorry- A-Are you okay?” his voice was slightly shaking, though he tried his best, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. 

Cupid’s POV

Suddenly, there was a loud crash and Cupid found themself on the floor, slowly they blinked their eyes open, it must have only been a few seconds but it felt as if they’d been laying there for at least a minute. As Cupid opened their eyes they noticed an empty tray, the source of the crash and then another pair of eyes met theirs. The turquoise orbs belonged to a bun Cupid had never met before, he had soft fur which was mostly brown and a pair of violet horns atop his head. Looking at the bun’s bow tie which was identical to their own and a white apron tied to his front, it was clear this was another member of staff. ‘I’m glad someone was able to find the uniform the instructions mentioned’ Cupid thought. The bun reached his hoof out to Cupid, shaking slightly, Cupid could notice the warm blush going to the bun’s cheeks whilst he apologised. Cupid felt bad, it was their fault after all for running out without looking where they were going and not that of this poor embarrassed bun. Cupid took the other bun’s hoof and stood up straight, “No need to be sorry, it’s my fault really, I was running late and in a rush to get out I didn’t even see you.” Cupid chuckled in embarrassment whilst scratching the back of their head, feeling awkward, their own cheeks turning a little pinker (not that it was too noticeable with their already pink cheek markings.) “My name is Cupid, nice to meet you, let’s make this the best Gossamer Gala ever and then I’ll find a way to make it up to you” Cupid winked, maybe he’d just found the next target of his matchmaking schemes. 

Prism‘s POV

The other bun took his hoove and got up. Prism felt a little calmed by the apology of the other, it seemed that they were a friendly one. „Oh… I like being invisible.. or better say go unnoticed, so I take it as a compliment“ he replied quietly, still not looking the other bun in the face. They introduced themselves as Cupid now and sounded rather enthusiastic about the job. „Y-yes, let’s work hard. I’m Prism“ he gave back. „Make it up to me…“ he repeated quietly while starting to fidget with his apron. „Maybe we can game together some time“ he offered, one could never have enough gaming partners after all. 

Prism finally lifted his head again to look at Cupid. „I will show you where to get the trays“ he offered, picking up the one he had dropped. 

Cupid’s POV

“A game sounds fun” Cupid smiled, wondering what kind of game Prism wanted them to play later. They followed Prism to the room with the catering trays. “Thanks for your help,” Cupid thanked as Prism passed over a black tray, carefully the two of them restocked their trays, Prism with a selection of fancy canapes and Cupid with glasses of champagne. Making sure not to let any glasses topple over they walked out of the busy kitchen into the room full of extravagant dancing guests, it was gonna be one hell of a night.