who: @remingtondupont location: masquerade ball
Mateo had lost tracked of how many glasses she had knocked back tonight. The evening had started with her annual run in with her mother, one that she would argue had been worst than usual. She had been much too sober for such conversation and had quickly sought the bar once it had ended. Fuck that woman for being such a conniving bitch, and for making Mateo what she was now. The memory made her down the last of the drink in her hand and place it into an empty tray as a waiter walked by before leaning up against a wall. Although she avoided large gatherings, making an appearance at these events was one of the few things she still felt was required of her and she would be damn if she let her bitch of a mother ruin the evening for her. It was faith that made it so that when she turned, presumably to go back towards the bar, she physically collided with a familiar body. “Remy,” she let out, both surprised and happy to see the male, “it is you, isn’t it? Under the mask? Oh god, please say it’s you, I could use a friend.”
