where: winter solstice ball who: @anne-dubellay
There were, of course, good things about having the metabolism of a football player. By design, so it was that possessing fire magic meant that there was constantly a need to burn something. This meant that Matty, although a lightweight, was able to sober up considerably faster than most. This also meant that events such as this, which were as traumatic as they were fun, were dangerous. Unlimited amount of alcohol? No one to keep her in check? Why, it was an alcoholic’s wet dream. In true drunk girl fashion, Mateo sought out a friend to do shots with, as it was never as fun to do it alone. Who more fitting for the task than her literally ‘death day’ buddy? If anyone was worthy of a shot, it was certainly Anne. Her eyes scanned the crowd for the woman and it was by miracle that her eyes caught those of her friend. With the determination of at least a handful of drinks under her belt, though she had honestly lost track at this point, Mateo weaved her way through the crowd, a shot of fireball in each of her hands.
“Dude, you look hot,” she stated appreciatively as she finally reach her. With one hand extended towards the other woman, she stated, “here, take this, I think we need to celebrate being alive or whatever blah blah we want to celebrate.”
It was fairly desperate, the attempt to enjoy the evening and seem like everything was going smoothly. The gloss and shine of beautiful decorations, dresses and shimmering around was a surface beauty of rather dark times. Anne was thankful for the mask covering her eyes - a helpful accessory to her otherwise emotionless aspect - that complimented her flawless dress that gave the expression of a competent woman just enjoying the fancy night. However, no matter how she tried to drown her deeply buried worries with alcohol it stayed there at the back of her head, nibbling on it, reminding her that this is just an attempt to cover numerous injuries from a rogue pack wandering around Seattle. Ready to navigate her way back to the bar for yet another drink, Mateo halted her steps sooner than she could move, handing her already full glass.
Just one look at her and she could see the state she was in, relaxing her own muscles a bit in realization that she is not alone in this. “Yeah, I don't feel hot but thanks.” She admitted not waiting more and downed the full content of the glass in one gulp as a perfect contrast to her beautiful act of a dame. “You are hot. Literally. I can sense the heat coming out of you like a god damn radiator.” She exhaled, letting the liquor burn her throat and raise up into her head steadily. “Yeah to not being dead, just scarred for life, yay.” She cheered ironically raising her hand mid air with her now empty glass.














