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[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-carefree-woodlandfairy:

“Wow, you have a way to punch a hole through every borderline optimistic idea, don’t you?” It wasn’t intended as an insult, though she was aware that it held the potential to come across as such. But it was more an observation that was accompanied with a laugh and shake of her head. “Doesn’t really matter though. I guess we’ll see who revealed more of their true personality later on.” She shrugged and sipped her own drink, keeping her eyes on the crowd for the time being. 

As he mentioned and indicated toward particular partygoers, she tilted her head looking at each one carefully before smiling. “He also seems to be giving his liver an intense workout.” She added, noting the empty glasses littering the table beside him. “I hope he didn’t come with a date. That behaviour might be awkward to explain away later.” 

The bullfighter chuckled as he took another sip of his drink. “I’m a realist,” he stated as he looked down at the fairy. “And with that comes a pragmatism that some can only wish to have.” While he knew he was being pretentious, he didn’t mind. After all, he fully knew he’d be here later than anticipated. The bullfighter shook his head. “I suppose you’re right. Time, after all, is inevitable.” 

At her comment, he shrugged. “I suppose the anonymity is half the fun of it. I wouldn’t mind if someone I’d come with enjoyed themselves.” Though he would probably be careful to ensure that no one thought he was serious if he had comported himself in such a manner. “Though you make an excellent point about the liver. I hope there’s a potion for that.” There was a potion for most everything, but he did not want to be too much more pretentious. 

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-princess-belle:

Almost laughing at the man’s confusion, Belle bit her lip to keep from showing her amusement. She found it sweet that he sincerely did not seem to know the trends that had passed them by; especially something so bright as the 80s styles. “You’ll have to look up some of the outfits later,” she finally told him. “They’re incredible in an awful way.”

Smiling a little at his small compliment, Belle quickly straightened out her skirt as if she were slightly self-conscious now. “Well, thank you,” she said. “Not quite as nice as some of the other dresses here. I’ve seen a Peacock, a Toothfairy, and a Cinderella that are absolutely stunning, so. But I love my dress. I might actually use it again sometime.”

The bullfighter inclined his head with a shrug of his shoulder, taking another long sip as he looked over the person dancing. He certainly seemed interested in attention, he supposed, though the bullfighter would not be so gauche as to say such a thing. Instead he smiled. “I’ll do so,” he mused, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it immediately. “I think I will be appropriately horrified, though.” He smirked. 

The bullfighter nodded, hoping he hadn’t made her too self-conscious. She seemed nice all the same. “Some people have gone a bit over the top,” he pointed out, nodding at her comments. “I’ve seen them. The peacock seems to simply have a revolving door of visitors.” He gestured to the bar, rolling his eyes. “The toothfairy’s dress seems...a bit more revealing than I would have expected. But that’s neither here nor there.” Cinderella seemed nice, of course, but the dress was much too big for him to go say hello. It was easier to stay here.

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-dead-pirate:

“Good.” He sighed. The pirate wouldn’t smile. A bit of a shrug would be the only hint at his mood lightning. “I don’t like it.” He frowned. It was too much change at one with little time to process what happened. “I didn’t want to come in the first place and now I can’t find the people that dragged me out.”

The bullfighter’s head inclined. He didn’t like it much himself, but he wasn’t going to make a spectacle of it either. “Understood,” he said with a shrug of his shoulder. “You have two options then: either go home early or simply get rip-roaring drunk with the free alcohol.” He smirked. 

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-confused-zombie:

The zombie usually stuck to whisky, so he couldn’t exactly relate to the bullfighter’s tastes. Scotch just reminded him of his father and he had never tried cognac. “Well I guess I won’t be stepping on your toes because neither of those are of any interest to me.”

The bullfighter smirked. “And what do you usually prefer to drink?” he asked, keeping the conversation going though he was getting the impression both were only continuing to converse out of politeness. “Hopefully not something too sweet.” His brow rose. 

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-little-vampire:

“It depends on the day with me.” The vampire laughed. “I’m still a little wary of not being able to remember who anyone is but it’s nice to see people getting along for the most part instead of something chaotic. How about your evening?”

The bullfighter laughed with her. “It’s a bit of a disconcerting feeling,” he agreed, inclining his head. “Parties are preferable to chaos,” he told her. Privately, he hoped that the party would not descend into chaos, but he would not hedge his bets on that. “My evening is going well. I’ve been people watching,” he indicated the partygoers. 

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-little-vampire:

The vampire stumbled back, grateful of the arm that came out to steady her. She usually wasn’t as careless as she was. Being several drinks in left her a bit more disoriented than the start of the party. She hadn’t drank to a point of spitting out random information but it was still enough to ease her nerves. “If anything, I should apologize,” She shook her head. “I’m equally as careless and wasn’t paying attention.”

The bullfighter let go of the woman as she steadied herself. He took a long sip of his drink and inclined his head at her comment. “I’m not usually so careless, I promise.” His lips rose at the corners. “Have you had a nice evening?” he asked, gratified that she had not immediately taken offense or thought the entire situation was his fault. 

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-carefree-woodlandfairy:

“As themselves, of course they do.” Everyone had something they would rather keep hidden. The Fairy herself was guilty of letting lies slip out from time to time, though she tried as often as possible to only lie when it was absolutely necessary. “But if there was ever a night that people would be more honest than usual it’d be tonight. It’s easier to be when no one knows who you are. And as long as they slip out before midnight no one ever has to know what secrets they spilled.” 

His response was somewhat lacklustre, but he was smiling, kind of, and that was good enough for her. “Thank you, I think.” Laughing it off she shook her head briefly before turning and leaning back against the wall. “So have you noticed anything particularly interesting about anyone yet?”

Personally the bullfighter didn’t think that a costume would stop someone from lying. After all, the truth was going to end up coming out by the end of the evening, so why wouldn’t they keep up a lie if it helped? He took a sip of his drink as he looked down at the fairy. “Until everyone is unmasked,” he said. “There’s no guarantee people will be able to slip out before midnight. They may get waylaid.” His shoulders shrugged. “They may drink too much and forget the time. Any number of things could happen.” 

He inclined his head. “Of course.” He was not going to be rude to someone, even if he’d been content on his own. “Nothing just yet,” he pointed out. He gestured toward the bar where a woman in a peacock costume sat. “She’s been getting quite a bit of attention tonight.” He then gestured to where a soldier was. “He seems to be giving lots of attention tonight.” His lips quirked.

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-perfect-princecharming:

“Very dangerous, I’d imagine” Charming agreed, “Not my first choice of profession though-” he was cut off as the spell took over not allowing him to continue with his personal anecdote. “A very dangerous career. The pay is lucrative, I hear. Well, at least I’d hope so considering every time you step into the ring there’s a high chance of death” unless of course you were a wizard, Charming felt that as a wizard the chances of dying would be less than those of a muggle. Sometimes wizards got all the luck.

“I’m Prince Charming” Charming chuckled through a sip of his drink, “It’s a silly muggle fairytale but I needed a costume last minute and I had a suit and a crown in my closet so I figured it would be good enough for the event”

He nodded in response. “I can’t imagine doing such a thing for a profession. Perhaps not even for fun.” The bullfighter did not like danger more than what was necessary. And he did not see fighting bulls as such so he shrugged his shoulder and took another long sip. “There are many lucrative careers that rely more on one’s brain than on one’s brawn.” His lips quirked at his own joke. 

The bullfighter’s eyes widened. “I see,” he told the other man. He was familiar enough with that story. “A little silly, yes,” he said. “But at least it kept you from dressing up like one of the crazier individuals here. Some of them are...particularly gruesome.” 

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-princess-belle:

Belle couldn’t help but agree with his comment, although she did think she knew what he was meant to be (even if it was slightly ridiculous). “I don’t think it’s a specific character of any kind,” she said. “He looks like he’s from the eighties, anyways, and he’s leading people in dance moves so maybe he’s a dance instructor?” Laughing a bit, her shoulders shrugging, Belle looked up at her companion. “Either way it makes for a good laugh.”

“Thankfully no one had a drop of wine touch their costume,” Belle said, smiling a little sheepishly. “Oh!” Looking down at her costume as he asked, she smiled a little. “Belle, from Beauty and the Beast? She’s a princess but I didn’t quite feel like wearing a gown so I had my mum make me her village dress instead.”

The bullfighter’s head inclined as Belle explained what people were to him. His brow furrowed. “The 80s, I see.” Truthfully, the bullfighter was not very aware of earlier decades and its fashion movements. But he did not want to share such personal information and instead shrugged his shoulder as he took another long sip of his drink. The alcohol rolled over his tongue. “It does, doesn’t it?” He certainly found the person amusing. 

“That is fortuitous,” the bullfighter responded. He nodded as she explained what she was dressed as. While he had heard the story, he was not particularly familiar with muggle fairytales or stories. “You look nice,” he said simply, not sure what else he should say. 

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-adventurous-wonder-woman:

The hand helped her keep her balance. She was just glad she was good at walking in heels, otherwise she likely would have toppled over. Although she supposed this was the time to embarrass herself, when no one knew who she was. “That’s all right,” she reassured him. “I guess now is the time to make mistakes, get all the clumsiness out. Mine of course, not yours,” she hastened to clarify.

The bullfighter removed his hand when she was standing on her own and he inclined his head in response. He had not wanted to cause any problems and so smiled at her. “Thank you for the clarification,” he stated. “I’m usually not clumsy, usually pay more attention to people.”

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-fluffy-unicorn:

“Very dramatic,” she said with a smile, referring to the cape flip. “Is that why you chose this costume? For the flair of it all?”

“No, you are probably right. And at least I can still think their names, even if I can’t actually say them. They’re all here somewhere, unless they’ve already left. But I don’t think they would, or not when the bar is so well stocked anyway.” She smiled, because he was probably right. But she quite enjoyed sentimentality. “You don’t? Well why on earth did they bother then? But it’s alright. I won’t bore you with my conspiracy theories.” 

The bullfighter smirked. “Partly,” he admitted as his hand drew along his jawline. “I can enjoy the dramatic every now and again.” He took a sip of his drink and smirked, pleased at the smile on the unicorn’s face.

“Precisely.” He thought she rather had the right of it all and the bullfighter laughed. “The bar seems exceptionally well stocked based on my experience earlier.” He had not been disappointed with the selection. “Conspiracy theories? Now I’m intrigued.” He looked at her again. “You’ll have to tell me more about them.” He smirked.

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-confused-zombie: 

“Wouldn’t know,” the zombie said with a shrug. “And who’s to say if I can trust your taste in liquor?” He glanced over at the bullfighter’s glass, trying to see if he could discern what was in it. “What’s your poison anyway?”

The bullfighter should have been offended at the remark but instead he chuckled. “You shouldn’t. More for me that way.” He took another sip from his glass as he looked at the man. “Scotch to start with,” he told him. “Cognac to finish the night with most likely. Provided they have something that’s better than swill.” 

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-princess-belle:

Belle had been wandering around the dance floor debating whether or not she should venture out. After all, she was nervous, and dancing could help take her mind off of the fact she couldn’t remember anyone. Maybe if she only loosened up like those moving out on the dance floor, she to could just forget and let go. But, right now, she was still only debating the fact. Nerves were her worst enemy in situations like this one. 

As she moved, Belle didn’t really pay much attention to her surroundings. Instead, she was mesmerized by an 80s aerobic instructor on the dance floor and trying not to giggle at his ridiculous dance moves. That was maybe why she ran into someone as she was trying to keep her eyes on the wonderfully ridiculous display. “Oh goodness, no, it’s my fault,” she said, laughing a little. “I was just watching uh–that.” She pointed to the aerobics instructor and giggled again. “Whoever he is, he’s surely brought life to the party. Me too, it seems. I’ve already almost spilled a drink on someone tonight.”

The bullfighter was surprised when he looked down and saw a smaller woman. He removed his hand from her shoulder, not wanting to appear creepy or inappropriate. His lips turned up as she laughed and he nodded as his eyes followed hers out to the dance floor. “I regret that I am confused about his costume.” He was not familiar with muggle culture, but perhaps it was simply a muggle thing. His eyes widened. “Thankfully that person was not me.” His tone was not severe, more observational, and he took another long pull on his own drink.

“And what are you dressed as?” he asked her, a bit confused as to her costume. The bullfighter saw many things he didn’t recognize, but at least the woman did not appear to be dressed in a way that was abhorrent to look upon.

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-hellbound-hades:

Hades was tired of his spot on the wall. He had only been approached by those of the annoying sort and instead had decided to seek out company more worthy of his presence. Halfway across the room he was jostled by a man not paying much mind to those around him. Hades first reaction was to tell the man to watch where he was going, however before the words left his mouth Hades reconsidered. The man seemed distinguished, much more the type that Hades felt deserved his company. 

“If there was a time to be careless I would imagine now would be the best” Hades quipped allowing a thin smile to settle on his face, showing he indeed was friendly, “If you leave before midnight no one will know exactly who you are and therefore no friendships or relationships can be ruined”.

His removed his hand as soon as it became clear that Hades was not going to be knocked over, taking a long pull on his drink. He appreciated that the other man was polite enough about the whole thing, as some people didn’t understand or appreciate manners these days. At least this man had them.

The bullfighter chuckled at the man’s comment. “You’re correct on that,” he stated. “Though I don’t think I’ll get away with leaving before midnight. I promised I would stay until the end.” Not that the bullfighter remembered who he’d promised that to, but he was not going to break it all the same. “Is that your plan of attack for the evening? Carelessness that no one can trace back to you? It’s a sound plan in any scenario, so long as you don’t get waylaid upon your escape.”

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-carefree-woodlandfairy:

“That sounds like substantially less fun than actually going to talk to them, but to each their own.” She shrugged, glancing around at the party goers dancing and enjoying themselves in spite of not recognizing each other. From her spot now she could see the appeal of merely watching. Watching the costumed pairs intermingling and trying to guess who was who could have been entertaining, but she was enjoying the chance to expand her horizons more.

However she had been walking around for awhile already, and getting off her feet for a minute seemed like a good idea if she was to last until after midnight. “Would you mind if joined you for a moment? I could use a breather.”

The bullfighter shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned with the fairy’s opinion. He was also rather unconcerned about talking to others. “People lie,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up as he responded. “You can learn much more about people through observation. Actions don’t lie nearly as well as people do.” He took another sip of his drink as he stood, finding the costumes rather interesting.

He inclined his head. “You’re welcome to occupy the same part of the room as I am,” he said, lips turning up again in a small joke, though it was a bit more subtle and he half expected her to take offense at the less-than-stellar invitation.

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-confused-zombie:

“Wouldn’t blame you,” the zombie said, letting his eyes fall in the direction of the bar. He wanted to head over there and get a drink of his own, but the room was quite crowded and he figured that even though he didn’t even know who he was talking to, it would still be quite rude to leave when they were already engaged in conversation. “Yeah,” he said, putting on a sarcastic air that he realized he rarely used with strangers. “Being in a room and not knowing who anyone else is, is the best kind of fun.”

He nodded, taking another sip. “Their liquor is decent, too,” he stated, lips quirked. The bullfighter would need a new drink soon, but for now he was going to nurse this one, not wanting to fight the crowd at the bar. The sarcasm was not something the bullfighter appreciated and he raised his eyebrow. Personally he found such words rude. “Clearly.”

[sr-flashy-bullfighter]

sr-fluffy-unicorn:

“These? No. They’re not too bad. Besides, I’m used to them and there are a great many charms for making them comfortable also.” She flashed him a bridge smile, unconcerned that high heels and a glorified onesie might be a somewhat odd combination for most people, but she felt happy enough with what she was wearing. 

“Well I like it. It’s so mysterious. Whoever came up with the charm must be very clever. The more I try to think about anybody I know, the less sure I am that I know anything about them at all.”

The bullfighter found that hard to believe but he simply shook his head in amusement. “As long as you’re comfortable,” he said smoothly, throwing his cape over his shoulder dramatically, a smirk on his face.

He chuckled at her comment. “Perhaps instead of thinking of specifics, just think about how people make you feel,” he pointed out. “I don’t think the charm can take that.” He shook his head. “It’s too early for sentimentality.” The bullfighter took another sip of his drink. “Yes, but I don’t think the point of this event was so we could simply talk about how mysterious we find it,” he pointed out.