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Asher raised what could only be described as a glass of poison to his nose, the mere scent of the thing potent in all forms of the word. Just the way he liked it; particularly if he was going to be at this event and all. Then again, as his heterochromatic blue-brown eyes peered around at the buzzing sea of masks, he felt absolutely enveloped in mystery and intrigue, an underlying air of confidence and sultriness blanketing the grand ballroom. The entire place had been transformed, and though he found himself by the bar drinking his worries away, he couldn’t help but feel utterly immersed in it all, captured by the enigma. Glancing over to his side, his gaze landed upon another lone wolf like himself, and with the adrenaline coursing through his veins — in addition to the notion of being anyone or anything behind his mask— he approached the other. “What are you drinking? I’d recommend their specialty drink ‘POISON’,” he offers, raising his glass as a gesture, “but I think they took the word too literally.”

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Flute of champagne in hand, PJ entered the outdoor courtyard, chin lifted ever-so-slightly as he looked at the stands of lights twisted around every tree limb. “It’s a bit like Christmas. Maybe it’s the colored bulbs that make it tacky after January. ‘cause I mean - looks pretty elegant now under the circumstances right?”

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Even with the notion of facades and masks and mystery, Indiana had spent the evening somewhat apprehensive at the notion of approaching who she assumed to be Silas Atwater. Ridden in burgundy, hidden behind a black crow disguise, and with a beer in hand each time she caught sight of him. As she stood there amidst a crowd of euphoric partygoers, her gaze was focused on one in particular. Cole’s ‘pep talk’ had certainly contributed to her constant shuffling between just talking to the guy, or leaving it be. At this point in the evening, alcohol had intoxicated her enough to leave her feeling buzzed, with a sudden surge of utter confidence as she decidedly began to approach him. Suddenly, a hand touched her arm, igniting a turn of the head to find a waitress offering her champagne, to which she promptly shook her head. Turning back to find Silas, her eyes searched through the sea of bodies, but to no avail. Walking forth into the crowd to find him, she was somewhat disappointed, after some searching, to find that he had disappeared.

With her shoulders slumping, a relenting sigh escaping her lips, Indiana grabbed the lengths of her dress and moved forth toward the bar. Placing her clutch on the counter, hands resting patiently beside it, Indiana waited to capture the bartender’s attention. It was only when she glanced over to her left that a flash of burgundy appeared beside her, seemingly doing the same as she. It was definitely him, the outlines of his jaw all too familiar not to be. A rush of adrenaline suddenly coursed through Indiana’s veins as a confident smirk appeared on her features, nudging his side suddenly with her elbow. She asked the first thing that came to mind — even though she undoubtedly knew the answer. “So, what’s your poison?”

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It had been a rocky evening to say the least. The masquerade ball was everything Maddie should’ve loved, but with an argument with her brother hanging over her, she hadn’t been able to enjoy it. She’d sat at the bar with a couple of friends for what felt like hours, sinking a few shots and cocktails before they’d found themselves on the dance floor. There was something in the air that for a few minutes made Maddie forget everything she had going on. It wasn’t often that the city held events like this and the room was busting at the seems for the amount of people, especially as the night went on.

Stepping away, desperate for another drink, Maddie glanced out at the crowd, a sigh escaping her lips. The alcohol was helping, but there was still something not quite right with her. Spinning on her heel to move back towards the bar, she fell off balance, quickly reaching out for the person closest to her. Clutching onto their arm, she steadied herself, keeping her head down as she staid still for a moment. “I am so sorry, the lesson oft the day can be to not heel spin after a few cosmos.” Reaching down to pick up her fallen bag from the floor, Maddie smoothed her hand over the front of her dress. “At least I didn’t ruin my dress, right?”

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the great unknown

Every mile closer to the event seemed to rile the brunette a whole lot more than she expected. Seeing as ‘hidden identities’ seemed to be the theme, it truly felt like deja vu, going to a place with unknown faces, as an unknown person. Stepping out of her Lyft, Grace heaved a breath of courage, hands clasping her big white dress as she made it up the stares of the Royal Sonata. Walking in, she felt nervous--- she was embracing her former self: the materialistic, stuck up rich girl from Washington DC. Now, her life had completely changed. She hopes, at least, the girl in the white dress really had been different, than who she was before.

There’s a familiar, tall blonde figure standing near the entrance, walking inside and Grace can’t help but freeze. It looks like him, it must be him... With all her might, she heads his way with the slight confidence that he wouldn’t know it was her.. or that it was possibly someone else. She catches him standing still, observing the floor, using this opportunity to grab two glasses of champange off a tray passing by. She heaves a deep breath, knowing that if it wasn’t him, at least she could cross off ‘be daring’ on her bucket list.

“Having a good time?” she offers confidently and admittingly, flirtatiously. At least if it was him, he wouldn’t know. Grace never did things like this. @coltonklynn