Overflow for Masq. Ball

[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 just make an initial comment with a link to the thread you're continuing here and then thread on your merry way~]

Comments

[diehardreaper]

[ There's a raised brow for that though. ]

I'm just at that age, sir. Can't fault me for a little mistake here and there. I'll learn. Honest, I will.

[ And turning back to gaze ahead, reaching for his bottle and taking another swig before setting it back down. ]

The usual. Little drink after work, any office mixer that comes about, dinner with a cute bird what'll give me the time of day. Wager it isn't your scene though.

And... nights like this. Sitting out with a cold beer and watching the stars.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William flicks the end of his cigarette, the ashes falling to the ground. ]

I was not referring to you. Alan Humphries and yourself both show a lot of promise. Aside from your tendency to be tardy, that is.

[ He takes another drag, joining Ronald in gazing back up at the sea above them. ]

Honestly, I hardly know what to do with myself now.

[diehardreaper]

That right...? Promise, eh? Didn't expect to hear that one.

[ Well that was.. huh. Fancy that. The grin on his face is unmistakable. It's pure pleasure, that's what it is but he keeps it hidden under the brim of his hat as he circles the bench and sits himself down, keeping the bottles between them. ]

I dunno, sir... you ever considered just starting over? I mean, s'not like we'll be heading back anytime soon. Wager it won't be for a while. Prolly better to make the most of it.

[ And taking that time to down a bit more from the bottle he's claimed as his. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

I would not say it if it wasn't true. You should know that about me, by now.

[ Although, that does not mean he doesn't keep certain things to himself. Perhaps this praise merely slipped out because of that tipsy feeling. ]

Start over? Honestly, that sounds like just as much work. Hardly relaxing.

[diehardreaper]

For what it's worth, I think you're an absolutely cracking boss.

[ He's just going to sit here with a pleased little grin on his face. It's different from his usual smiles, really. Warmer. Brighter.

But it disappears with a sigh as he leans back, eyes trained entirely on the other reaper. His look is thoughtful, consciously watching him. ]

S'not like you've got to start from scratch and all. I mean... just think. We don't have to reap. What'd you do with yourself? Hang up the old scythe, put up a cafe, watch the sun setting from the beach [ And a teasing smirk. ], find love maybe? Something you really want, not just an old nine-to-five.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ For a guy who got all B's throughout school, this is a major compliment, even with the young, Ronald-like wording. ]

Honestly? Thank you. That is nice to hear, for once.

[ One part of that statement catches William's attention. Mainly because the rest just seems obvious to him. But, rather than just a classic William frown and dismissal, he speaks up. ]

Love?

jsdfhdkfdg my turn to give you a late tag.

[diehardreaper]

[ He always did hold a healthy respect for his boss even if he didn't show it much. Have a smile back for that though. ]

Wager you don't hear it too often, eh? Course... S'not like we get a chance to talk like this out of work. Good change of pace if you ask me.

[ But oh, hey. Surprise for that reaction. It's evident though he's picking his next words carefully, taking one of the bottles and downing a bit more beer for himself. ]

Who knows. Maybe you'll find someone here you're interested in. Doesn't have to be another reaper... maybe our lot just isn't your type.