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@veilripper

Lock wasn’t sure he intended to spend the night. He wasn’t sure he intended to leave either. He hadn’t really thought a moment through. The evening went on instinct alone and nature had taken over the night and soon enough became the morning. He could hear the morning birds from outside welcoming the sun. Lock opened his eyes to realize he wasn’t in his own bed. It took him several moments of honing in on reality to realize where he even was. 

Ah yes, Anthony’s place. The left over smell of incense in the air was ever familiar. Everything about the place was always calming. His eyes shifted over to see Anthony and the cat. The cat being there for some reason made the voodoo doll smile. He pushed himself up and pain shot through his arm. 

“Which one of you lovely people are going to come over and take care of this exquisite party favour for me? I suppose I could share since I don’t have much need for wine and chocolate, (though I’m sure you’d taste so sweet once all that sugar’s in your veins)!

@ofthebabe & @case-file-metempsychosis

After the official judges tallied up the candy count a guest speaker came out in a mask (it was a Valen-Gras Masquerade after all) of course he was in a mask to announce the winners.

“The Winners of this special dance are Rowan Dela-what? Delacour? Rowan Dele-fucking-something that sounds like Harry Potter shit or some elitist’s fancy decor they paid way too much money for and Chris Sterling. At least that’s pronounceable.” He would finally look up at who the actual winners were and spoke in deep trying-to-be sexy voice.  

Who was under the mask? One might never know, but it was dancing time and the spot light shone down like a magical glow in the middle of the dance floor waiting for Rowan and Chris to take center stage. 

The music began....

Adelaide would be damned if she didn’t make it home with someone tonight, even if she was holding out for a certain someone to show up. He’d always loved parties-- and it upset the bloodsucker some that this would be the first in decades that she had arrived to un-escorted. It was almost embarrassing, but Adelaide was not really one to be weak of heart, especially not over some man who’d spent the last few centuries of his life under her pretty little thumb. Bleeding hearts and sweet flesh were both easy things to come by in Horrorville, and Adelaide felt that a party would be the perfect hunting ground to find the most succulent morsels.

Besides, she had a chance to do herself up nicely-- presentation fit for royalty.

Donning an elegant white gown, high shoes and simple jewelry, the creature guided effortlessly through the crowd, even as her heightened senses were assaulted by scents of wine, perfume, cologne and bodies along with snippets of what was supposed to be private conversation.

The nightlife beckoned Bayden. It always did. He’d had a long day and the evening was closing in. He was dressed for the funeral he attempted to attend. Attempted was the key word. This mental patient’s friend Dallon was there when Briarcliff lost a patient to suicide in the middle of the courtyard. It took a while to make a rule on the death with autopsies and family permissions. But, as he feared, it was exactly that. But, also as he feared he wasn’t granted any permission to pay his respects either. He tried. He showed up. He was ushered away and was told it wasn’t appropriate and asked to leave. He left. But, it put a gloom over his day. The more tastes of freedom he got the more bitter he became when things were kept away from him. It was a lot easier when he was on the inside. Temptation wasn’t a reality like it was out there in the real world. But, this one was one of the heaviest of burdens. But, it was his bear. The dank damp street under the first glow of street lamps was warning curfew drew nearer. Home was the last place he wanted to be. A sense of not belonging anywhere seeped in and started to take hold. Of course in his wanderings and souls searching he would nearly walk into someone. It was the just the sort of luck Bayden Wardeyn had. “Sorry.” He looked at this person in the face. Another face in this world that would never understand.