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MUSES IN THIS POST: OWEN, LOUIS, TOWNSFOLK, ANONYMOUS TROUBLEMAKER (ONE-OFF MUSE)
It was a big event. Whenever Louis hosted big events they always had to be extravagantâextravagant and gorgeous. Very fitting for him, Owen must say.
It's been 100 years since Louis properly stepped up as mayor again, and 50 years since Oakhurst was returned to it's former glory. He says 'glory', but all of the souls that were previously in Oakhurst were rotten.
Owen steps up aside Louis, leaning close to him. Louis requested that he came to this event, and he could never bring himself to deny his husband, even though he always gives him the choice to decline.
The lumberjack gives a quick look at the crowd, bowing his head curtly as he wraps his arm around his partner. Usually he would full on hug Louis, but it was a public and formal event.
Louis cleared his throat, gazing upon the crowd. He gave them a warm smile. "Welcome, people of Oakhurst, new and old! It's the 5 year anniversary of when I stepped up as mayor of this town. So, me and my husband have decided to host a banquet!" That was a cover up, but it was still the anniversaryâjust not a 5 year one, it was the 100 year anniversary.
A loud cheer echoed throughout the crowd, and the townsfolk who knew of the vampirism giggled amongst themselves at the lieâit was mainly the people who have been here for around a decade that knew, however there were some new ones that apparently had been let in on the 'town secret'.
All the people who didn't know about the secret gave the people that giggled dirty looks, as if they were being disrespectfulâin hindsight, it would've looked like they were.
... However someone in the crowd looked quite peeved. Their hands were balled into fists, and they shoved their way through the mob, looking closely it seemed like they had some sort of weapon in their hand. "VAMPIRE! VAMPIRE THE LOT OF YOU! I KNOW YOUR SECRET, YOU'RE A-" The person was quickly struck down by an old lady, who restrained them with some sewing yarn that she had in her purse.
Now seeing the person shackled, the crowd started booing themâto which Louis tried his best to calm them down, but to no avail. He saw them get thrown out of the horde and firmly grimaced, covering his mouth with his hands. Owen didn't care as much as Louis, but he still patted his husband's back sympathetically.
Louis cleared his throat to gain the attention of the assembly of people, who had just finished dealing with the troublemaker. He seemed much more nervous than he was when he started his speech, "Uhm, thank you all for dealing with that person, even if the methods you used were rather... violent in nature," he winced, "the banquet may begin, there's wine and other things of the sort on the tables placed around you."
Louis did a quick bow, before hurrying himself and Owen off the stage. "Pleasing the crowd is such a tough feat." He muttered, to which Owen gave him a quick peck on the cheek in an attempt to make him feel better, which it did.
The two gazed off into the sea of people, watching them all chatter amongst themselves. Louis offered a hand to Owen, and the two stepped into the crowd hand-in-hand.