As much as she enjoyed the idea of performing and being able to show that she could attract crowds, Lily was not looking forward to performing nonstop all night, especially while everyone else was performing. The buzz of Cirque was filled with more energy than she was used to, it was none of the slinking mystery with a party going on at the same time, it was all bouncy. Everyone was everywhere and she could only count down the minutes until she was going to have to try and get people to bid on her act. It was going to be a long night, of that she was sure. “Any way I can convince you to abandon everything else and just watch me all night?” she teased to the person standing nearby as she gripped a glass, waiting for things to really begin.

“How should we refer to this part? The exposition, or the climax of the story?” Zara mused, her voice barely louder than a whisper once the surprise in the shape of a grainy film was over. She’d been surprised to see goosebumps on her arms when the room had turned bright again, but the actress’ eyes sparkled with fascination and the desire to know more. Curiosity - it was such a driving force in her life. “Needless to say, I am intrigued.” she murmured to the person standing next to her, crossing her arms before her chest. “I can’t wait to see how this story will unfold.” 

While it could never be said that Brett was humble, his penchant for braggadocio has always seemed to be directly correlated to his blood alcohol level. One drink, and he may bore you with the same boastful story you’ve heard a hundred times before. Three, and he’s likely to pull a knife from nowhere and start doing tricks for whoever will indulge him. Five, and he’s at least once propositioned a Governor’s mistress (while she was on the Governor’s arm). And beyond that, well, his mind can twist just about anything into a challenge, a call to prove himself.

It always happens this way --- - Priya arrives all grass-stained freedom and star-light height, and they want to tie her down. It’s a condition of her countenance, a side-effect of her self. She comes in on the arm of the devil with champagne fizzle in her voice and money under her tongue (snatched from Daisy Buchanan, who can be spotted watching with envy from the corner).