maya.
“I love this band!” Her voice ringing out over the sounds of instruments and songs (thought just barely), Maya once again pushed back her now-drenched hair, never being properly prepared with anything to tie it back. Not that it bothered her all too much; it was something to push around, to flip, to play with; and even if it annoyed others around her, she never gave a single damn. Especially once a few drinks were in her system, which of course was the case tonight. It was practically mandatory, if you asked her – you didn’t attend a concert sober.
Unless you enjoyed being miserable, and she just never considered herself to be that type of person.
With colour-changing drops in her drink and a glow-in-the-dark necklace hung loosely around her neck, Maya could have been surrounded by absolute strangers and not had a single semblance of caring. This… this was her element. Yet she got carried away, as she so often did, attempting to make her way through the crowd for a re-fill.
Why didn’t they just refill themselves? Had they not yet come that far?
Stumbling around, a foot that was just slightly stuck out managed to end up right in front of her, sending her falling forward – and the cup went flying. A sound of panic immediately left her mouth, forgetting that the damn thing was empty, and she ever-so-gracefully grabbed onto the nearest person, pulling them down to the ground with them. “Ow – oh, my bad – sorry about that!”
The Hobgoblins - not particularly her first choice for music, but given how much whiskey burned through her veins, it certainly wasn’t the worst. Far better than silence, or that horrible orchestral noise her mother had always insisted on having echo through the estate. Regardless, they sounded good live, served as the antithesis of what anyone would expect at the words orphanage charity event. Not that Alecto gave much of a damn either way what it was for; there would be alcohol, women to flirt with, people to surround herself with whether she particularly liked them or not. Better than being stuck at home with the ghost of Amycus and a door she had yet to unseal.
She was doing better - much, in fact. And she had no bloody idea how it happened. Her brother wouldn’t give a shit what the party was for, so long as he could talk people out of their money and buy out the bar. It was easy to see Amycus in a place like this, lively and full of whatever schemes he decided on for the night. Yeah - definitely a far cry better to think of him this way. The loud music and steady flow of liquor certainly didn’t hurt.
Plus, a good cause or not, her mother would piss herself to know Alecto was drunk at a charity event.
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Alecto recognized the stumbling figure right as she went down. Maya. The only person save for Amycus she would recognize anywhere, who always sent her insides all strange and warm, regardless of sobriety. “Oh, they’re fine.” She waved a hand in dismissal, barely glancing towards the other victim of the fall, ignoring the icy glare she received as they made it up to leave, holding a hand out for Maya to pull her up. “I’d been wondering when I’d be finding you. Another drink, yeah?”
