location: town hall’s masquerade
status: open
tag: @charmingstarter
throughout the night she had namely kept herself near one thing; the buffet. her begrudgingly paying the entrance fee meant that she had all intentions of getting her hundred dollars back through food. which she could proudly say she was way on her way to meeting her target. “you don’t want that,” she comments, seeing another reaching for one of the many options of sweet treats that were on offer. “i’m pretty sure they used salt not sugar.” you’d think she was telling the truth, her tone unchangeable and her expressions somewhat sincere--- a touch different to her usual unreadable features. reality was she was messing, colour her bored with an added splash of immaturity for those that didn’t hold a sense of humour.













