#2120masquerade

Ausra loved parties. From the food to the dancing to performances and the camaraderie of everyone around her she loved all of it. The only exception would be on the few occasions when she didn’t have a say in what she wore and ended up in seven inch heels and a dress that stuck out in six feet in every direction. Thankfully, there was no one in Russia to tell her what to wear, so she was quite happy in her short heels and soft feminine dress. She’d been making the rounds all night, hopping from one conversation to the next whether she knew the person or not. Finally an empty stomach and glass though brought her to a table full of libations. Grabbing a glass of champagne and skipping straight to dessert with strawberries and cream she couldn’t keep her mouth shut as someone walked up beside her. “This whole thing is so amazing, don’t you think? Have you watched the puppets yet? I’m really impressed by how they get them to move like that!”

Sasha had made every excuse in the book to get out of the party and yet she’d still been dragged to the palace tailors by one of the maids  and made to stand for a lengthy fitting. The only saving grace was that they’d agreed to let her wear pants. It wasn’t that she was against dresses, she just didn’t think anyone here deserved to see her looking like that and it’s not like she had anyone to impress anyway. The mask, on the other hand, was thanks to some emergency funds and the magic of expedited shipping. Right now the only thing keeping her sane was the strange looks she got from pretty much everyone in the room. It brought the surly chef endless enjoyment to know her presence was throwing off the party. 

Though her invitation had stated that she was invited as a guest, Solveig couldn’t help keeping an eye on the room and those she cared about as she moved around the room. It seemed quite ingenious to her; inviting all the guards as guests. She assumed like her most all of them couldn’t just turn it off and it ensured that they would all be there and in line with the aesthetic. Still, something about the whole affair seemed irresponsible - hiding royal heirs in a poor Russian mountain town because of rebel activity but throwing a lavish party where identities weren’t discernible. The thought of how cocky the administration was brought a small grin to Solveig’s lips. 

These days parties put Amir more on edge than they used to. There were a lot of people crammed into, relatively speaking, a small space. Then, to top it all off, everyone was wearing a mask, so for the most part unless they spoke he had no idea who he was talking to. He’d lucked out when his assigned partner was someone he’d already met, but the room was full of strangers that, by default, he didn’t trust. 

The Welsh Princess had never felt so free. Not a thought of anything important lie within her mind at that moment in time. Thanks to this, her lips held a grin on them. It had been a long time since she found herself consuming as much alcohol as she had that night. At times she felt as if she were flying. Not wanting the feeling to end, Josie glided around the room, not caring where she was going or who she might come face to face. That all stopped the moment, she bumped into one Hungarian that she would rather not deal with at that moment. It had been what? Two weeks or maybe three, possibly a month since they argument at the pool. Josie remembered trying to be cordial one time since then; however, that failed. Since then, Josie made sure to stay away from one Sarika Vari up until that just now. Turning to face the other Princess, Josie did her best to keep her smile when all she wanted to do was grimace. The Hungarian had ruined her mood, and the only thing left would be to make pleasantries before leaving as fast as she could. "Sarika! How nice to see you. I hope you've had a good time tonight. I must be off, though. Things to do and places to go."

Josie kept her distance towards the back of the ballroom as she watched the attendees dance across the dance floor as she sipped on her second glass of champagne. While she has been eating almost everything in sight, the Welsh Princess has done her best to keep to only partaking in as little alcohol as possible. Josie has never been one to drink a lot when she found herself dragged into attending an event due to her need to keep her head. Nothing good came when a person lost all sense of reasoning. So far, the night had been going well, or that's what Josie tried to tell herself every five minutes. Since she still had yet to meet her date for the night, the princess could not make her escape. The one good thing about the night is that not one person asked her to dance, and Josie would like to keep it that way. Sure she joked with Mia earlier about their mothers sign them up for dance when they were little; however, Josie knew the truth; she had been born with two left feet. 

As it turned out getting drunk while wearing a ballgown, not the best idea. Not that the Welsh Princess cared at that moment. Sure she had tripped over the gown twice now or had it been three times since she left Jojo in her search for the bar. They discovered some time ago that champagne would not cut it when it came to wanting to get wasted. Josie had just stumbled up to the bar when she saw Pim standing to her right. "Pim! You're fun! We shououould have fun fun together rrreal sooooon. Howwwwww hhhas yyour night gone?"