MERCY SOCIAL

[BLACK PAraeDE]

Feel free to look around have fun! This social is designed
to bring people of all races and classes together! So
dance, eat and above all socialize! They say on
nights like this there's magic in the air and who knows
maybe tonight is the night where you find that special
someone you've been waiting for...or at least a lover
for the night, no one is judging. The dancefloor is in the
gazebo and there is scattered seating around the park
that's being lit by thousands of tiny white paper lanterns.
The best part about this dance? Thanks to the masks and
elaborate costumes, no one is they seem to be!

[DEVAN JACQUELYN HARPER]

Devan smoothed down the dress she was wearing for the social. This would be the first one she'd attended and she wasn't sure she was dressed properly. She figured black never went out of style though and didn't give it another thought as she continued curling her hair and applied some make-up to her face. Part of her was extremely excited about this formal, just because she was looking for a night out of her house. But another part of her was a little nervous, she didn't enjoy being around large amounts of people and it put her on edge.

Opening her closet, she pulled out a pair of red high heels to match her red and black mask and placed them on her feet before heading downstairs. Walking into her kitchen, she opened her liquor cabinet and poured herself a glass of brandy. She figured a little liquid courage couldn't hurt. Looking around the kitchen, she took in the clustered appearance and shook her head. If she had decided against going to the social she would just simply clean up the small mess that was occupying her home.

After she finished her drink, she rinsed the cup and walked out of her house making her way to Cimmerian Park. She chose to walk instead of drive because it was a beautiful night and the park wasn't a far distance from her house. As she approached the area where the social was being held, she was a little surprised to see only a few others occupying the area. Devan shrugged it off and figured more would arrive soon enough. In the meantime she made her way to where a bar was set up and ordered a glass of champagne.

When the bartender handed her her champagne flute, she thanked him and began making her towards the edge of gathering area. She glanced around, taking in the faces of the others as they began to arrive. She found, she liked her vantage point because she could see them long before they saw her. She hated being the center of attention or receiving any sort of unwanted attention. From here she could chose who she wanted to talk to without having others try to strike a conversation with her. Sipping the champagne in her glass, a small smile graced her lips, she had a feeling it was going to be a good night.

the mask|the dress

[CRISPIN THOMAS MERCIA]

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AS THE WORLD SPINS AND DANCES IN MY HANDS
LIFES A BEACH IM JUST PLAYING IN THE SAND

Social gatherings were usually entertaining enough but the addiction of a simple mask made all the difference in Crispin's opinion. It added an element of mystery that wouldn't otherwise be there. Not to mention the fact that meeting complete strangers wasn't just expected, it was necessary to some extent.

Crispin hadn't done to much to prepare for the evening. He had on a nice suit but it wasn't unlike what he wore to work, except perhaps with the addition of a nice vest and the lack of a jacket. ( here and here )It was cool night and he didn't want to wear it when there was no need for him to keep warm.. Not that there was ever a need for it. His higher body temperature made him indifferent to the cold for the most part.

With his mask in place and his suit reflecting his casual attitude this night, Crispin made his way to the bar for a champagne which seemed to be the drink of the evening. Moving around back, he circled around the edges, looking in at the crowd that was begining to form before finding an appropriate spot. The only thing was, it was already taken.

Crispin decided immediately that this was probably be a good way to begin his socializing for the evening and with that he approached her from behind. "You picked a good spot," he said, moving up beside her before sipping his drink and taking a look around.



NOW, IF YOU DID NOT NOTICE, MIRA MADE THIS, AND YOU BETTER NOT STEAL IT.. OR SHE WILL BEATCHUU & YOUR ASS TO F*CKING MARS.

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[DIANA EVELYN AMBROSE]

It never failed, whenever there was a big party or the annual Social came around she had to get dressed up and she liked it. She had long since come to realize that she was a girly girl, she enjoyed dressing up for lavish parties, putting on makeup and styling her hair. It was really the only time that she could wear a skirt without fear of having Ricky see her underwear...not that she should have been worried as he apparently hated her underwear anyway. Well at least her old underwear. Thanks to a sales girl at Ze'Posh her underthings had been updated and no longer would Ricky be able to "hate" her underwear, they were very modern and sexy.

She had popped awake as the sun went down and ran into the bathroom to wash, dry and set the curlers in her hair. That done she shimmied into her corset and tightened the laces with expert precision. Then she had to stop and do it over again because it was a new fangled corset from Ze'Posh and it was different apparently than first assumed. After relaceing herself she sat down and pulled her hosiery up and fasted it with her garters before rushing over to her vanity and putting her makeup on. She wasn't even sure what Ricky was doing at the moment since she was too busy getting ready as fast as she was able.

When she felt her makeup was successfully applied she opened her wardrobe to take her dress out and giggled to herself as she put it on. This was the most perfect dress ever, the dark green satin rustled and shimmered in the lights of the room and the winking silver threads on the bodice added just enough dimension to show off her tapered waist, drawn a tad bit smaller to make her less than fantastical breasts seem bigger. When she zipped her dress up she checked in her vanity mirror and touched her makeup up a bit and then fastened a set of creamy colored pearls around her throat before putting in the matching earrings. As she caught the reflection of the earrings in the mirror she smiled. Ricky had given them to her for her birthday one year and she thought the gift was quite thoughtful.

After putting her jewelry on she took the curlers out of her hair and let them scatter on the floor as she ran her fingers through the short messy curls before pulling a small part back away from the front of her face and fastened it back with a jeweled barrette that matched the stitching Finally feeling she was ready she slipped her shoes on and left for the park, not caring or looking to see where Ricky was, even when she had to run back in and take her mask off the chair it was sitting on. She'd found it in a box that came in from an old estate. After cleaning it up she decided it was perfect to use on a night like tonight and then she would just sell it later.

She giggled to herself as she slipped her mask on and practically floated to the park on a sea of dreams, yes deep inside she was still very much that seventeen year old girl that liked going to balls and flirting with the men there. The warm summer evening hardly bothered her as she finally stepped into the enveloping embrace of the part, the scent of freshly cut grass She held the sides of her dress up and away perhaps adding to the look of a confused Cinderella that had just arrived. Already she could pick out the humans from the non humans and wondered if she should just go right into dancing or walk around a bit more first. Deciding to sit for a moment she found a bench near the gazebo and sat, spreading her skirt around her gently. Yes, she loved moments like this...and she would strangle anyone who mentioned it tomorrow.

ooc: her dress

[CAMERON JEANE LEXINGTON]

An annual social? Why hadn't the book have something like this? Really it could have added a bit of fun to the movie really. All the mystery and mystique in the midst of some war. The author could have done something where a lycan and a vampire hooked up at one of these things and yeah, he was thinking much to much about work. Cameron was in Mercy because of work but that was another thing entirely tonight was a night not to think about work but have some fun, get a taste of the local population with out anyone knowing who he was and he them. It could prove to be the most interesting of nights to say the least.

Of course with things being last minute Cameron wasn't overly done up for the night he was able to find a nice but simple mask on short notice and pulled together a shirt and jacket on short notice. The event was formal and probably required a tie but he oddly enough didn't have one on him. He was lucky to have the shirt and jacket in the first place.

Not knowing how these things ran Cameron decided he would hand back for a bit and possibly keep to the bar. He had no intents of getting himself smashed but the bar was a nice socializing area where people did come and go, he figured it would be a fairly safe place to start thus he made for it and attained himself a champagne flute like many of the others had done already. He took a casual sip and waited to see what would come of the night.

_{OOC:the mask and shirt and jacket are links}

[DEVAN JACQUELYN HARPER]

Devan was so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice someone had approached her until they spoke. Turning her head slightly, she held her mask in place with her free hand as she sipped her champagne before answering. "I suppose it is a prime spot."

A small smile graced her lips as she studied her new companion. He was familiar but she couldn't place him right away. "I picked it to see without being seen though, so I suppose it didn't really work out."

Her tone was more pleasant then it had been in a long time. She had been feeling friendlier these days but she had a feeling it wouldn't last. She figured part of the reason she was being friendly with someone whose face she couldn't quite make out was because of that. Devan turned her gaze back to the crowd as more people began to filter into the park.

She wasn't one to make mindless small talk, so even though she'd been friendly the odds of her continuing the conversation without prompting were extremely slim. She preferred to be left alone with her thoughts or just be a mild participant in a conversation. Finishing the champagne in her glass, she set it down on one of the tables not too far from where she was standing.

the mask|the dress

[DIANTHE MADELINE DELACROIX]

Dianthe slipped into her dress then carefully pulled her hair out of the way and zipped it up. The dress was quite snug but it looked but she thought it looked pretty on her. The dress was a dusty matte gold color with a nice lace finish, she had found it up in the attic with her grandmother’s help. This dress most likely belonged to her mother, probably wore it to one of the Mercy socials herself. Dia just couldn’t pass up the chance, she also wore some old family jewelry, a white and golden pearl necklace and a golden pearl ring. They had no shine to them because it had been awhile since they have been taken out and her grandma convinced her that they would look to flashy if Dia shined them.

The shoes Dianthe had bought then looked way to bright to go with the outfit. Her father had taken care of that, she could only guess what the earth elemental had done to her shoes but she wouldn’t ask in fear of what the answer would be. Dia slipped her feet into each heel then strapped them around here legs, making sure they were almost blood circulation cutting of tight. Dia hadn’t done anything really special with her hair except for a few new hair potions for more shine and bounce. It feel around her face, over her shoulder and down her back in graceful waves.

The strapless dress was beautiful but it wasn’t the greatest for hiding spots. She had to carefully think about how she was going to take her athame and in the end she wore a simple garter around her thigh, her ‘wand’ pressed against her leg securely. It wasn’t that Dianthe thought that something bad might happen at this event but more that her ‘wand’ made her feel more comfortable, even more so after the werewolf attack a year and a half ago. A honking noise from outside brought her away from her thoughts to look at the time. It was the pre-arranged time her father had set when she asked for a ride. Dianthe grabbed her mask and dashed downstairs and out the door.

Dia put her mask in place before pulling herself out of the car and gracefully making her way towards the park, not looking back. She looked around her, hoping she might spot someone she knew. Dianthe noticed a familiar head of blond hair and figure. “Diana?” She said with a little uncertainty as she round to the front of the bench. When Dia got a better look at the figure on the bench she was very sure it was Diana. “You look wonderful this evening.” She said sweetly as she sat beside her on the bench with a small smile on her face.

Outfit Visuals !!
Dress * Mask * Shoes * Necklace * Ring *

[HENRY RAY WILLIAMSON]

Tonight was the Mercy Social from Henry had heard around town and such. The thought of a masquerade-type party definitely intrigued because above all he was a people person, and this type of setting kind of forced you to socialize with people you don't know, or might not know. However, that could also be a problem, because Henry had quite a temper sometimes, and he didn't really want to lose control of himself during a party of all things. Still, Henry was excited to go either way as he got out of the shower and dried off, ready to get into his suit. The party was supposed to be formal and Henry expected everyone was going to wear a black tux or something like that, so Henry decided to be a little different tonight. If everyone was supposed to wear a mask, they wouldn't really know who was who at first glance, so the young lycan decided to wear something that would make him stick out just a little bit more than the rest.

Standing in the bathroom, Henry quickly dried off with a towel and fixed his hair, however he decided not to shave tonight. Brushing his teeth and doing all of the other necessary things, he finally got into his tux. It was a dull blue color (link below) with two black buttons up the front and four on the wrists. He had a soft, cotton white shirt underneath the vest, of which had large pockets that he filled with some money just in case. Over on the left side of his chest was another pocket where he stuck a plain white napkin. The tie was also black and blue with an entrancing pattern along it's length. He wore traditional shoes ofcourse, and looked himself over in the mirror a few times to see if he had to change anything. Once he was satisfied with his outfit, he threw on a watch and grabbed his mask, just a plain white one that he bought this week for the social, however it did match his suit quite while. With a final sigh, he put on the mask and headed out the door.

Henry decided to walk to the gathering rather than drive, as it was a nice night out and he wasn't too far away from the party. He wasn't running that late either, so he wondered who else would be there when he arrived. Sadly, once he did arrive, he didn't see anyone particularly familiar just by their figure and hair. And not that many people were here quite yet either. There were a few guests and then there were the waiters who were carrying around drinks and appetizers and such. The first thing Henry did was grab a glass of champagne to calm his nerves. He didn't drink too often, so he didn't plan on having to many of these, but he was a little thirsty after the walk. Taking a sip, he readjusted his mask and walked slowly around the gazebo, admiring the set-up of the whole place. It was beautiful as always. With that thought in mind though, he turned towards the various groups of people, deciding who he wished to socialize with.

Outfit/Look - Mask

[CRISPIN THOMAS MERCIA]

AS THE WORLD SPINS AND DANCES IN MY HANDS
LIFES A BEACH IM JUST PLAYING IN THE SAND

"Glad you agree. I hope you won't mind sharing it," Crispin said with a smile. He didn't want to intrude especially since she was here first but if she didn't mind then he would stay. Crispin wanted to stay out of the way for the moment but a nice conversation wouldn't be so bad either.

"No, you did well but I was looking for the same thing," he explained. It was definitely a good spot for what she was looking for and it did fit that description perfectly but Crispin had been looking for the same thing too and coming up from behind her with more stealth that any regular human would possess probably didn't help either.

Crispin watched her quietly as her gaze shifted back to the crowd. She seemed rather quiet, unlike a lot of the people he knew. It was a refreshing change but her silence was intriguing and he wanted to know a little more about her. The only problem was that Crispin didn't want to be too direct lest he appear to be interrogating her and scare her off.

"So, I guess we can safely say you're one of those mysterious quiet observers," he said, brown eyes surveying the crowd. He tended to be like that too. At an office retreat he could be found off in a corner by himself with a book. Despite this he still attended these sorts of events. Crispin liked the change of scenery and watching people could tell you a lot about them.




NOW, IF YOU DID NOT NOTICE, MIRA MADE THIS, AND YOU BETTER NOT STEAL IT.. OR SHE WILL BEATCHUU & YOUR ASS TO F*CKING MARS.

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[RICHARD BRADLEY BOONE]

Ricky had, in his first life, been quite the social butterfly. You had to be, when you wanted to be a rock n' roll legend. You had to go around and at least give people the impression that you were likable, because even if you had astounding music, if you were a dick to people, word got around. So he had done his time, put in the work, gone around and shaken hands, smiled winningly at people, all that good stuff. Once upon a time, he had had it down to an art. Unfortunately, that had been a very long time ago, and living amongst people who most of the time wanted to kill him had taken something of a toll on his comfortable, relaxed exterior. He was still friendly as anything and would talk to just about anybody, but he always seemed a little nervous when he did it, like he was keeping himself ready to run if he needed to.

Which, yes, he was. Why wouldn't he be? If anyone recognized him, he usually just made some sardonic comment about how yes, he'd definitely heard that before, and then went on to make the tourist or whoever it was feel really stupid for suggesting that he could be a musician who died over fifty years ago. Did he look like a corpse? No, he did not.

He took a long last look in the mirror, thankful that mirrors were one of those things fate had seen fit to leave him with when she had taken certain other things from him, like his ability to take a walk in the sun and his enjoyment of cheeseburgers. He adjusted his tie, straightened the lapels of his jacket, and dusted imaginary lint off of one shoulder before grabbing the bottle of cologne on the desk and applying some to the back of his neck. The mask he'd picked out was lying on the table by the door, and he picked it up, keeping it in one hand until he was a short distance away from his own residence. After all, if everybody saw him leaving home with the mask on, it would ruin the disguise a little.

He had meant to try and sneak a peek at Diana's dress before she left, but it had taken him longer than he'd thought to put the mask together (he had ordered it online and it had come with all the pieces disassembled, quite a rip off in his opinion) and she was gone before he had finished getting the glue to dry. When he got to the social, there were already enough people there that he wasn't sure where to look for her, so he peered around from behind his now-assembled mask and wondered who half of these people even were. Did they even live here? Or were they tourists?

A little of Ricky's old confidence came out when it occurred to him that no one would be able to recognize him behind the mask. He had never worn a mask in his old life, so no little old ladies would be likely to come up and say "oh, goodness, you look just like Ricky Boone when he wore that mask!" With his rediscovered confidence in tow, he dropped by the bar, picked up a drink he wasn't interested in drinking. People were already starting to pair up, a guy and a girl there, two girls chatting over there...there were a couple other guys wandering around seemingly alone so far, and Ricky almost tried strike up a conversation but it occurred to him at the last minute that one of them might be a werewolf or something, so he decided against it. Instead, he made his way over to the two girls who were chatting. He was slightly curious as to whether they were just talking or if they were together together like people sometimes were at these things.

"Evening," he said, standing awkwardly by the bench they were sitting on, keeping his voice a little lower than his normal conversational pitch. What good was a disguise if everybody knew your voice? He wasn't sure who the girls were, but the blonde reminded him a little of Diana, so he focused his attentions on the brunette instead. Not openly, of course, that would be rude, just in his mind. "Nice party, hm?"

the suit
the mask

[SILAS ALEXANDER WESTBROOK]

it was the night of the annual mercy social, and there was no way that silas was staying in. everyone in town was likely to be there tonight. silas tried his best to keep his mind off of it. that scent of honey on the wind that had been driving him crazy lately. tonight was about having fun. not to mention if he kept running off after a scent he knew that cecilia would never let him hear the end of it.

resolving himself not to let that scent get to him tonight, silas had pulled his mask over his face and headed out at an easy trot to cimmerian park. a masquerade party in this town was a great idea. it would help relieve the tensions of everyone involved. except the humans of course. they had no idea about half of the things going on in this town.

silas slowed to a walk as he got close. there were plenty of people all right, parking their cars and walking both. it looked like there wasn't a parking spot within a block of the park either. with a mask over his face, in a stylish tuxedo silas could have been nearly any twenty something in mercy. he almost smiled at the idea. silas westbrook, just another guy. sure, why not.

making his way to the bar, silas ordered a shot of crown as he looked around. people had gone all out for this one. every man was in a suit or a tux, and many of the women were in floor length dresses. The bartender brought his shot of crown and silas thanked him, sending the man away.

he sniffed the shot and made a face. even well made alcohol made him cringe a little bit, but he enjoyed the effects. he slammed the shot back and set the little glass back down on the bar. The alcohol killed the scent a little bit. For the moment being, it couldn't drive him crazy. Just as he had expected, it was here. The source of it had to be in the park, but he was determined to not go running after it tonight. He's heard more than enough about how obsessed he was lately.

He didn't see anyone right off the bat that he recognized, but then again everyone was in masks. He ordered another shot and leaned against the bar to watch the crowd. No one in particular caught his eye though. There was dancing off to one side, and h saw couples here and there. Maybe he would find a girl tonight. A human girl, just for fun.

THE LOOK; the tux, the mask.
THE TAGS; everyone, but especially caro.
THE CREDIT; lyrics, Emiliana Torrini. everything else, me.
THE NOTES; first post, yay!

[DEVAN JACQUELYN HARPER]

Devan tilted her head to study his profile as he spoke, and couldn’t help the small smirk that crossed her face. “I don’t mind sharing it, we are at a social after all. It would be incredibly rude of me to turn you away and on think I’m not is rude.”

Nodding her head a bit, she offered him a smile. “I suppose we were.” And this was the perfect spot to do just that. She hadn’t been expecting someone to join her so soon but considering he was looking for the same thing she wasn’t going to turn him away.

As her gaze darted between the new comers and the people already milling about she noticed a few familiar figures but she couldn’t be sure unless she talked to them and she wasn’t quite ready to join the masses yet. Her lips twitched when he pegged her as a mysterious quiet observer and her eyes turned back to him once more. “You could say that, but it seems you’re one of those types as well.”

“Do you enjoy observing from the background or are you just biding your time before you join the crowd?” Devan’s lips widened into a full blown smile, showing off her pearly white teeth and the small dimple the grazed the left side of her mouth. She was surprised at how much she was enjoying this conversation, she usually shied away from idle chit chat with stranger.

the mask|the dress

[ARTEMIS SCARLETT WESTBROOK]

Artemis looked down at the text message from her brother, Silas, he was going and now he expected her. What a shame, she was hoping he would say he was going to the bar with some friends instead of the social. Artemis pushed her hair out of her face and sighed, making her way downstairs. “Mom, I need some help. I’m going to that social thing but I have nothing to wear.” She called out then heard a shuffle in the kitchen, the phone being taken off the receiver and her mother mumbling to whoever was on the other end. Artemis just stared at the door, waiting for the small flood of females that would helping her get ready.

It took longer then she expect but 20 minutes later, three lovely ladies and her mother was helping her get ready, one of them had brought a suffocating dress that she would be wearing for the night and a mask that sort of matched. The dress was pretty but she would have preferred something with straps that she would drown in, a proper ballgown. Mother was doing her hair up, nothing special, just running a brush through it and some hair spray to keep it in place[like the picture]. The second lady had brought over a pair of earrings and a necklace, roses, her favourite. The last lady brought a set of open toe heels and lacy gloves that she probably got from her daughter’s room. Ah, you just had to love the pack, willing to raid a family member’s closet if someone else in the pack really needed it.

Artemis was out the door not ten minutes later, walking to the park at a semi-fast pace. Her natural grace kept her on her feet but that didn’t mean the heels didn’t bug the heck out of her. She was slumped forward, wishing she has some pockets to shove her hands into like usual but as she rounded to the park one of the ladies words popped in her head, ‘keep your head up and back straight, act as if you are stalking your prey if you must.’ So, she did, she straightened up before walked onto the park lawn. She glanced around, looking for her brother but he hadn’t give her much detail on what he was wearing, a black and white mask. She had already spotted one guy wearing a mask like her brother described but if her senses are right, he was a vampire.

If her brother wasn’t socializing he would be around the benches maybe the bar. It took her a bit of time, having walked all the way around the park until she spotted the bar and a figure, just like her brother. She sauntered over to the bar, noticing that the figure also had a black with white mask on. “Silas...” she mumbled and as she got closer she discreetly sniffed the air, yes, that was her brother. “Finally,” she said with the over exaggerated sigh, resisting the urge to pull out his mask and snap it back in his face. “You are one hard person to find.” she said with an annoyed sneer. She leaned up against the bar, putting her weight on her left foot as she rotated the other foot and wiggle her toes around to try and ease the tension. ‘stupid heels’.

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[CRISPIN THOMAS MERCIA]

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AS THE WORLD SPINS AND DANCES IN MY HANDS
LIFES A BEACH IM JUST PLAYING IN THE SAND

"It would indeed, Miss.." Crispin paused and smiled. "How rude of me, I should have asked your name and given you mine. I'm Cris," he said, finally introducing himself. Gone were the days when social interaction followed strict guide lines. He had been in this new and changing world for far too long now that even the most basic of things could slip his mind.

Crispin continued to watch the crowd, taking in a deeper breath when he thought he noticed a familiar scent. Years of practice was all it took for this to become habit instead of sniffing the air and seeming suspicious. There were vampires around already but then he had expected as much. Crispin's sense had heightened over time and he knew their scent rather well by now. Still, he had no intention of going anywhere near one. Tonight was going to be nice and relaxed.

Crispin smiled when she spoke. "Maybe I am," he answered. He had grown used to flying under the radar and not getting noticed. In fact, he had made an art of stalking, lurking and sneaking about. This wasn't something he was going to deny. Doing so would just be foolish and pointless. Crispin was who he was and he would never deny it, denying what he was, was something else entirely.

"I was planning to join the crowd at some point but now I'm not so sure I'll need to," Crispin said with a smile. Any conversation he had tonight was going to face a real challenge measuring up to this. They weren't talking about very much but it was nice. This woman, despite not having said very much about herself seems intelligent and she had a great smile. There didn't seem to be any good reason to leave this spot for the moment.


NOW, IF YOU DID NOT NOTICE, MIRA MADE THIS, AND YOU BETTER NOT STEAL IT.. OR SHE WILL BEATCHUU & YOUR ASS TO F*CKING MARS.

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[DEVAN JACQUELYN HARPER]

Devan smiled as he introduced himself, she had actually forgotten that she didn't know his name. She blushed a bit at the loss of her manners and was glad the darkness concealed it. It'd been a long time since she'd been embarrassed and she didn't want this man to realize he'd been the one to do it. "Devan," She returned with a smile.

When one of the waiters drifted by, she reached out and delicately plucked another glass of champagne off of the tray he was holding. She gave him a polite smile before returning to the shadows where she'd been. She raised her glass in a silent toast to Cris before taking a sip, a small smile playing at her lips the entire time.

It had been awhile since she'd met a man who didn't seem to need to comment on her dress or her appearance at all. It was refreshing because she'd had enough admirers in Mercy, it also didn't help that half the time she walked around the town she felt as though someone were following her or at the very least staring at her.

"Don't let me keep you from the party." Although it seemed as though he was enjoying her company as much as she was enjoying his, but her upbringing taught her that it was rude to hog someone's attention for too long at a gathering. Some things were too deeply rooted in her for her to forget them and she'd already let her manners slip once tonight, she'd be damned if she let it happen again. She did however feel the need to reciprocate his thoughts, "I am however enjoying your company so don't rush off."

Devan gave him a playful smile before glancing around again, it seemed that half the town was here now. People just continued to stream into the park and she was glad she'd gotten here when she had because she would have hated to have to weave through all of these people.

the mask|the dress