#fairfordevent03

[derekking-blog1]

        The groan that escaped from Derek’s lips was purposely loud enough so that his companion could hear it in the opposite room. The masquerade had started two hours ago, that fact didn’t bother Derek -- in fact it delighted him, it only meant he would have to endure it for a shorter amount of time, but what did bother him was that he was down to his last beer in the six pack he always kept at Grace’s place, and if he had to listen to this nitwit drone on about eating vegan for any longer he was going to smash to throw the glass bottle at the television. “Why the fuck am I being forced to watch a documentary on vegan eating?” He didn’t expect an answer, this had to be one of the few documentaries left on Netflix he hadn’t watched yet -- not by choice, and he hoped that Netflix wasn’t intending on releasing any more. 

       “I’m about to leave without you.” Derek took his last swig of the beer, getting up from the couch so he could throw it away, along with its five other companions in the kitchen. Clad in a all black suit that was tailored to perfection along with a black shirt and black tie, he had to admit he looked pretty good, though it had taken some talking into. If it was his choice he would have shown up in jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt that had seen better days. “Well fuck me.” Derek couldn’t help but say as he turned around from looking outside the window to the vision that was Grace -- elegant, regal and beautiful, as always. He let out a low whistle as she turned around for him to see the full view of this evening’s look, “You look --” several words flew through his mind: gorgeous, enchanting, mesmerizing, and like a goddess, were just a few but he settled on, “Like you are going to break some necks and hearts tonight.”

@gracefulhaley

[ofcuevas-blog]

[lucyyyyyyywang-blog]

✉ lucy & lukasz

Lucy: Are you here? At the masquerade ball?

[lucyyyyyyywang-blog]

Lucy wasn’t one for huge parties since she just wanted to stay in most nights, as long as she was with someone who could distract well enough from her own thoughts but the idea of hiding behind a mask was ironic because it felt like she had been hiding behind one for so long. After all the things that had happened to her, it was a miracle she was still standing up to this day, not letting any of it bother her unless it was one of her really bad nights. Her self-esteem was still shot but nobody had to know that because she put on a pretty good facade. Regardless of what she thought about the event, though, it was a chance for her and Dexter to go to it together, without raising any suspicion from any of the gang members. Lucy will never admit it, but it was nice to walk to someplace with her hand hooked around his arm, knowing that it was very possible for the both of them to leave the same party with each other too and she showed him a teasing smile as she immediately led them to the bar. “Come on. Buy me a drink?”

@dexxward

[derekking-blog1]

      When he had first heard about the masquerade, Derek had absolutely zero interest in going, but when he found out his best friend was going, and then there was the promise of free booze he decided to change his mind. If he wasn’t going to look after Grace and make sure she got home safe who would. The promise of being unrecognizable seemed a ridiculous concept, even though it was intriguing. A smile black mask was not going to hide who he was, the slicked back hair, his impressive cheek bones and jaw line were going to give him away, but none the less he doned a simple black mask that matched his all black suit, shirt and tie. The man was a mess, with his scared fingers -- a new scab forming from the fight at the diner earlier and devious mind but he did know how to dress up for an occasion. 

     “What the fuck.” Derek whispered to himself as he entered the event and watched as what seemed to be the entire town dressed to the nine with their masks. He couldn’t quite make out who was who as he passed through the crowded room, his first stop of the night the bar, after all this was why he was here. He not so politely elbowed people out of his way as he finally found the bar and the bartenders attention, “Old-Fashioned,” he ordered, looking over to the person next to him a brunette in a red dress. He not so discretely gave her the once over, more so to see if he could recognize her then to be rude, “And whatever the lady wants.”

@addiecarmichael