Part of him questioned the logic of holding a masquerade ball just a few months following the shooting. You invite the entire town into one location and require anonymity upon entry. Stray didn’t know much about politics or running a city, but he did know security, and were he in charge who ever came up with this idea would be fucking fired. While he figured they powers that be assumed that the chances of another shoot out in town were extremely low so soon after the last one… well, Stray was well aware that in Charming the chances were never zero.
Sure there was security, gliding through the masked attendees, fiddling with their ear pieces and eyes scanning from one side to another, and back and forth again. He followed the paths they made through the venue, and watched them repeat the course again an hour later. Stray wasn’t impressed, and found himself pressed up against one of the widows watching the people mingle, nursing a glass of fucking champagne of all things. He was bored, uncomfortable and on edge. A combination that Stray usually found resolved after a bit of mischief.
Stray nudged the the VP standing at his side with his elbow, gesturing to one of the security guys, looking particularly frazzled behind his mask, trying to explain to a couple of women that the upper floor was closed to guests, “y'know, I heard there’s a bottle of scotch up there worth about 15k. More of a beer guy myself, but… y'down t’ try ‘n get us a taste of it?”
Sid wasn’t an anomaly in feeling out of place at this ball, in all honestly just the idea of him having attended a ball in his lifetime gave him pause. Yet not showing at a town event, when it was expected and anything could off the walls wasn’t an option either. His plans for later that evening already included a much more casual after party at the clubhouse, without any thought of champagne, neckties and civilities. For now he stood with his arms crossed, annoyed that he felt the stiffness of the jacket constricting the expanse of his shoulders. Sav had taken upon herself to pick up his suit and he’d been more than happy to allow it, with little note other than black and nothing else.
Looking over at Stray when he spoke up, a grin curled up at the corner of his mouth the idea instantly appealing to him before rationale took over. Though he did consider it a while longer than he should’ve knowing it was a bad idea. “It’d be a far better time nixing the mayors personal stash, though best not to stir up shit tonight. ‘Sides I don’ think I wanna miss any of the action if shit stirs up down here like last time.” He affirmed, gaze sweeping over the room in search of his sisters as he said it, while they’d scathed by untouched the last time he didn’t even wanna think about things going that route again.