#* beau

The main ballroom itself was enough to hold her attention for a few hours, mingling with long missed faces and finding herself introduced to a whole plethora of people she’d never seen. Colette had forgotten how much she missed the extravagant displays the island could offer, but in truth, she knew that there was far more to behold beyond the cellars of the mansion. Long, dank hallways lit with torches and flickers of invisible ink; shining in the heat of the flames brought her to the edge of the property, the hall rising from the depths to open into a grove. Brightly lit with lanterns and the small firepit, those not quite up for the occasion could find themselves better suited here. The drink in her hand was a little warm, the taste of vodka a little more prevalent than she might have liked, and yet, she drank the rest of it down in two large gulps, “Don’t hold out on me!” She called out, wiping her hand across her lesser lip, catching on the mask now slightly skewed on her face, “You’re falling behind and we’re gonna’ lose if you don’t skull that right now, Beau.”