When the start of the auction came, Anthony retreated towards the back and helped make sure that the small tasks, a pointed direction here, or discarded trash there, was taken care of. He liked to hover when like this, and not be tied down to any specific task. He was getting a kick out of all the costumes so far, and though he hadn’t put the one he had on in the contest, he hoped he at least put on a good show.<br/><br/>There was an auctioneer holding an empty plate, and he asked if they would like him to take care of it. Everyone wants to feel important, and people who feel important spend like they’re important. It was his small way of making this as much of a success as possible. He’d stole a glance at the first piece of for auction and grinned. Absolutely delectable and the black and white was most certainly his style.<em>’Eighty bucks, huh…? Now, now…we don’t even have a place to put it!’</em>he thought as he surveyed the area.<br/>