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     she is a dancing vision in floating chiffon fabric, colored in soft blushes and calm nudes – is it so surprising to see the youngest daughter of the ongs pacing this way and that through the grand hall that holds none of their closest companions? she’s carefully kept track of every sibling and their movements, like a trained bodyguard she knows that they are safe and happy ( though some drunker than others ) and she might finally be able to relax for a moment. yet it doesn’t seem to be so.Â
     she might have been just another face in a sea of masks but it’s her heterchromatic eyes that make her a beacon for attention on those flatterers who want close to her siblings. congratulations! they titter behind their hands, she must be so proud that her position as royalty is cemented now. she only has their false compliments and careful words to worry about now. so she greets them with smiles and soft words before she can run away with her heels dangling gently between her fingers and find solace where she thinks no one would expect to see the most level headed of the ongs. the bar.Â
     it is barely crowded but she still sees activity to her right and left – a perfect safe haven for the girl who hardly drinks. “champagne, please.” she offers the bartender who is looking at her expectantly, flashing him a soft smile in return. once he turns away it falls and she sighs, elbow brushing against the arm of the person to her immediate right. “oh, I’m sorry –” but those words of apologize freeze in her throat and something of a more genuine amusement enter her eyes instead. “you could have anything you want and beer is your choice, lycus?”Â
 —&   he shakes his head, amusement lingering in his stare as he purposely ignores all the stupidity his friends were putting out. all four of them were also in the mood for some fun, unfortunate ( perhaps fortunate, really ) that lycus wasn’t as impulsive and insane like they were. he was a man that picks and chooses his entertainment—after weighing its pros and cons, consequences wasn’t an option for a man that represented the baeks. so he ignores their intense bet of catching certain females when an arm bushes against his.
“no worries-” almost instantly lycus catches the secret behind its mask.Â
there’s a mirroring amusement but it plays on his lips as the guard glances back at his chosen drink. call him old-fashioned, or old in general, but nothing was more relaxing that a fresh beer. “i would do whiskey but it doesn’t taste as exquisite” he teases and glances over his shoulder to look at the bartenders and potential drinks-in-the-making, “you drink?” the male then questions, eyebrows arching, “should you? could you?”he unconsciously nags. Â
