Years had passed, but here he was, standing in front of a mirror at his suite. He missed his former house already but he’d make sure he’d get that back eventually. While he was pulling up the zipper of his leather jacket, he looked at himself. “Don’t fuss now, we’re gonna have some fun! It’s like they organized a welcome back party for us, Scotty. No one knows we’re here again, but that will soon change…” The vampire said lowly to his reflection as he lifted the mask up to his face, the bright blue eyes shining through the holes while he secured it at the back of his head.
“By the way, that sweet letter you wrote? I never sent it to her so she doesn’t know either. After all this time there should be a lot of fresh meat to enjoy anyway… Could still drain her though, so keep your cool in there, ok?” A grin spread on his lips as he adjusted the mask to sit perfectly on his face. It was time to enjoy being back, as that was one thing he was sure of, fun was to be had while ignoring the protests that were going on in his mind. A new beginning, a new start, but then again, no one could know for sure what would happen.
A look out the window was a little disappointing, people and especially slaves seemed so comfortable these days. Weird, but that could change, he was sure. After one last mirror check, he left the suite to head to the ball. Upon arriving he took his time to look around, take in the various scents around of which some were extremely familiar. Grabbing a glass of scotch from a tray that passed by and a glass of champagne to take with him, he moved among the crowd. “You look thirsty.” He said to whoever was standing near, holding out the champagne. The night had officially begun.
“Oh--” It took Dhani a moment to realize he was being spoken to. Daisy had gone off in the crowd looking for Cherry, knowing her younger cousin would be serving people and they hadn’t spotted her yet. They’d gone for a paired look, like they usually did and even had accidentally picked out the same masks. A foresty theme, of course. Dhani was dressed in a sage green suit, his claim collar just barely poking out about the shirt collar and had bleached his hair for the summer, something he’d been meaning to do for ages and had finally gotten up the nerve a few months back. Keeping it blond was a pain and a half. He was thinking of shaving his head again before the semester started again when someone had spoken to him.
“Sorry. I was-- Nevermind. Thanks, man. Nice suit.” Dhani took the glass, chuckling a little. It sure was a look that leather get up. More of a statement than his suit, maybe, but Dhani would never have been that bold. Except for Halloween if Daisy could convince him. Oh that might be an idea. Captain Hook and Emma Swan... he’d remember to tell Daisy about it later. The man didn’t look super familiar, but it was hard to tell in masks. And there had been an influx of new people who he’d barely gotten to meet, being so busy lately. He took a sip of champagne and held out a hand for the other to shake. A master, obviously, but this was a quick way of figuring out if he was a dick or not.
“I’m Dhani. Are you new?”
