#2120halloween04

Dressed to the nines as though nothing had happened though, she walked into the dining room. Matthias was the first person she’d spotted, a trait developed from years of having to pick him out in a crowd, and suddenly her chest was heavy and her eyes stung. Grabbing a glass of champagne quickly she made her way out to the adjoined back patio. Muttering a number of expletives as she stepped outside, she took notice of the person already there for the first time. “Sorry,” she said, clearing her throat softly and standing up a little straighter. “I thought I was alone.” 

Sahir had just arrived at the party and the first order was to find himself a glass of wine. Admittedly, he found it all intriguing, and he was curious about how the events of the night would pan out. Speaking with Rebekah was certainly high on his list, as well as the others he’d been told he had connections with. Before he could seek them out though, a familiar face caught his eyes. 

As he walked over he vaguely remembered something about October being a bad month for the blonde. A fact he’d found out the hard way after arriving in her country unannounced a number of years ago. He’d meant to check on her sooner, but time had escaped him, an all too common travesty for the prince. “I meant to come to your room this month,” he commented as he walked up behind her. “Though I’m glad to see you’re out and about and look stunning by the way. Mourning suits you. Said in the most respectable way of course.” He’d never had much of a filter, though it’s not like Rasa did either.

Cas had come into the dinning room entirely intending to participate. Or at least, participate to the best of his abilities, which were admittedly, not terribly high. Still, for the first time since coming to Russia it wouldn’t be a lie to tell anyone he was a butler, and that wasn’t something he could pass up. Walking the room, flask from his breast pocket in hand, he didn’t spot Emma. Shame, he’d been hoping to use the scenario to mess with her, and maybe even consummate their ‘marriage’. 

He could have looked for the other names on his card, but instead a familiar brunette caught his attention and he waltzed over to her. “A pleasure, Mrs? Rum Baba.” The prefix caught his attention and he couldn’t help but grin about it. “Looks like I was too late, someone already put a ring on that finger.” The comment was out of character, but he couldn’t help himself. 

Ausra had spent quite a bit of time staring at her character card after she’d gotten it. Being ‘married’ to Oleander for a night could be fun, but why did Gio have to be her enemy? That might be difficult, especially if he showed up wearing a uniform. Then again, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? Like really close. Within touching distance. Maybe even lip touching distance. 

Excusing herself from Ollie she made her way across the room, doing her best to put on airs and stay in character. Spotting Gio, she b-lined for him. It wasn’t unusal for two enemies to be seen talking to each other and maybe flirting, right? “Well, well, well... If it isn’t Colonel Custard. I’m surprised you’d show your face here,” she said haughtily, fighting tooth and nail against the grin that struggled to over take her face. 

The party was winding down, most people retired from the dining room back to their private quarters, as Solveig stood at the bar getting herself yet another drink. Aside from actually eating dinner, or rather picking at her plate if food, and a couple conversations, she'd spent most of her time on the attached balcony. Occupying her time by drinking and speaking with anyone who'd ventured into the night's chill.

Between the ability to ignore her own problems by taking over her assigned character and the multiple glasses of bourbon she'd been nursing all evening, she was actually in a fairly good mood. After flirting rather forwardly with the bartender, she accepted the new glass with a wink before turning to walk away.

Stumbling over an invisible lip in the floor she grumbled, looking up to meet Klaus' gaze. She wasnt so far gone that she didn't know it was only a few minutes before midnight on the thirty first. She didnt like what that meant, but she'd made a promise, and even very tipsy Solveig held her word to high regard. Prancing over with a grin she nearly fell to the german, grabbing his arm to stabilize herself. "Klausy," she sang before giggling softly. "Oh you look so nice, but you normally do, yes?" Cooing, she raked her finger tips gently over his jaw. "It really is unfair, I just want to kiss you all over...," she added with a slight pout. Deepening her voice to a tone to mock a statement he'd made in an earlier conversation she added, "But that would be a distraction." She wasn't fully drunk yet, but still found herself distracted from what she'd meant to talk to him about.

Since receiving the card Sahir had not only memorized his role, but also come up with a number of head-cannons. Apparently, when the internet was down, he found it astoundingly easy to divert his focus to other such tasks. Not that he was terribly happy about the fact. 

Glass of red wine in hand he moved about the room, a five piece finely tailored suit replacing his normal three piece look. He was already tall and fairly well muscular, so the act of a bouncer wasn’t hard to pull off. Finding the name tag on the new Swedish heir wasn’t difficult either and he sauntered up with an easy smile. “Ah, Ms. Vanilla, enjoying the party I hope? I’ve already seen a number of your clients around.” 

After his conversation with Rebekah, his so called employer, Sahir decided to take a step back. More and more people were entering the room and he found it wise for a moment to simply observe. It was interesting to see that most seemed to be taking to their characters in good fun; more than he would have suspected. Then again, if you’d asked Sahir a few months ago if he’d be interested in such a thing he would have told you there was no way he’d have the time. 

Catching the eye of a familiar woman he had to swallow a hard lump. His conversation with Niamh had been weeks ago and brief at that. He’d never admit out loud that he’d been avoiding her, but.... It just never seemed like the right time. Sipping gingerly from a class of whiskey he took a deep breath before heading towards her. At least now he’d have the excuse of his character and the party. “You look gorgeous, but I don’t believe we’ve met before, Ms...?”

Cas had been thoroughly enjoying his evening. It was a shame Emma hadn’t shown up, though he seemed to be having just as much fun with the rest of the connections on his card, not to mention the people he’d already known and liked. That was, at least, until he’d spotted a familiar blonde moving through the crowd. It had triggered a rather unpleasant conversation with Cam that he’d been dreading for a couple of days now. Not to say the lady hadn’t taken it well, better than he expected honestly, but his own feelings still had him thoroughly unsettled about the whole thing. Honestly, what kind of man was stupid enough to arrange a marriage of his daughter to the youngest Greek prince? Perhaps Cas had been underestimating his own father’s charismatic qualities all these years. 

With a swig from the now nearly empty flask he kept in his pocket, the now tipsy prince finally found he had the courage to approach the Dutch girl. How did he even start the conversation?, he wondered as he made his way over to her. Walking up he opened his mouth before closing it again, deciding hitting on her was not the best course of action. “Get any letters from home recently?” he finally asked.