im a barbie girl

Swaggering through the party glass in hand, the Charming Devil couldn’t be less concerned that he had no idea who anyone was. Dressed in black from head to toe, aside from the gleaming gold-looking horns atop his head, his costume was more understated that the red devil he had already seen parading about the place. He was out for a good time, and nothing, not even the total anonymity of the situation, was going to stop him. He would probably enjoy the party more because of it. 

She needed a drink, and fast. It was the only way she’d be able to relax enough to enjoy this, which she supposed they intended to be enjoyed. It was surprisingly crowded, everyone she knew likely came, only she had no idea who she knew anymore. Edging her way to the bar, Barbie passed people she thought she knew, a sense of deja vu or maybe familiarity, as if in another life they’d been close. But that was the problem with these costumes, one had no idea who was a lover, a friend, family, or an enemy. A voice from behind her  caused Barbie to turn, startled. 

“Dull, this party is horribly dull” Hades remarked as he took a sip from a glass of darkness. “Whomever thought floating candles and pumpkins were original decor should be fired, or killed. It’s a pity they skimped on quality decorations”. 

If she was being honest, she hated everything about this party. Not being able to remember her own name was so far out of her comfort zone, let alone not knowing who she came with or who she was speaking to. Trust was difficult to come by these days, and frankly it was stupid that the ministry made everyone so defenseless.