Masquerade! Paper faces on parade~

[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Absolutely everyone
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~



All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.

Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.

At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)

In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.

Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.

The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.

[OOC: Feel free to tag into the location threads or make your own~ It's a completely open post, just have fun!

Also, the perfectly adorable drawing was done by the wonderfully artistic Reiko~

Note: The overflow post for the ball can be found here]

Comments

[rebull]

[He leans down, moving to get their faces closer and places a soft kiss on Darkleer's cheek just under his mask.]

I'm game for embarrassing you, oh yeah. Better than me continuing to make a fool of myself.

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer moves closer to the feel and rubs his fingers in circles on Summoner's leg.]

You only embarrass yourself when you look uncomfortable. Right now, like this, you're the most attractive individual in the entire city and I do not doubt that everyone can see it.

[rebull]

Pretty sure that's a bit biased of an opinion. [Grins wide, rubbing his nose on Darkleer's cheek.]

But I am pre-tty damn fine.

[aim_exorable]

[He starts to rub back, so much more content now than he was before.]

Can you claim yourself any less biased?

[rebull]

I don't think so, no.

[aim_exorable]

Then it appears we have a bit of trouble.

[Chuckling, he gives a slow chaste kiss to Summoner's lips before settling back again.]

Mmm. I believe I might hide myself away for a week after this. I feel exhausted from all the socializing.

[rebull]

[Sits back up, going back to sliding his fingers through Darkleer's hair.]

Oh yeah? Making up for lost time then, or uh, whatever the saying is?

[aim_exorable]

[A soft pleased sigh.]

Are we speaking of making up for not staying to myself, or making up for my usual lack of a social nature? For the first, then yes, I will be making up a great deal of lost time for that. The latter... I suppose it is true as well, although really now...

[rebull]

Well the after for after but the before for now, uh, yeah.

[aim_exorable]

The after, for after, but...

[He gives up and laughs.]

That is one way of wording it. [He nudges Summoner's knee with his nose.]

So what did you plan on doing if you hadn't run into me?

[rebull]

The after for the before and now but the now for the before. [Chimes back, though it's confusing and he hardly gets what they're talking about anymore. Better to be entertained than confused.]

Leaving.

[aim_exorable]

...Just leaving?

[Wow really Summoner]

[rebull]

Well uh, yeah? Really, what am I gonna do here besides eat and mingle?

[aim_exorable]

I assumed that someone like you could make quite a night of eating and mingling.

[rebull]

I could I could, but I uh, can do that without the swanky threads and tight assed scene, ya know?

[aim_exorable]

This is hardly tight anything. I have had to attend parties with the Grand Highblood.

[You have not experienced Hell if you have not experienced attending a highblood party with the Grand Highblood.]

[rebull]

That's a whole other planet, Darkleer. And those parties I made sure to attend.

[Attend = crash. Same difference.]

[aim_exorable]

...Of course.

[Not even gonna ask right now.]

I could take you dancing, then. That would be something to do.

[rebull]

And ruin my charming image forever? I don't think so.

[aim_exorable]

And how would I ruin it, exactly?

[rebull]

Uh- that's not what I'm sayin' here, Tink.

[aim_exorable]

What I believe you're saying is that you are ridiculous.

[With a huff, he gets to his feet and tries to take Summoner's hand.]

Come on.

[rebull]

[There's a strained sigh, eyes flicking over to look at the dance floor again before warily looking back up to Darkleer.]

Uh...

[What if he hits someone in the head with his horns, or gets his wings stepped on or... or... ugh.]

[aim_exorable]

Come on.

[Tugging! But not exactly towards the dancefloor. More deeper into the sitting area, until he can find a small cleared space.]

No one is going to try and shoot you, come.

[rebull]

[He's a little rigid but follows, not that Lysunder is at all hard for Darkleer to move with his flimsy bone structure.]

Fine... just, f- ugh. Fine.