#crystal.event2

Veronica was beginning to think she was getting old because mindless chatter and fun on the dance floor currently happening before her eyes didn’t seem as appealing anymore. Or perhaps the brunette was so deeply affected by the events of the last party she'd attended that she couldn't bring herself to join in on the fun and relax fully. The sense of responsibility pressing on her chest didn't allow her to. While Veronica was delighted the majority of people she cared about was able to enjoy themselves (and their echoing laughter proved so), she felt she had to be on alert. None of it showed on the outside, however-- the woman had one of her signature smiles plastered across her lips and a flute of bubbly dangling from her fingers. However, the thrill-seeker within didn't let her sit still so the woman took a deep breath—as deep as the corset clinging onto her figure for dear life allowed and took a look around. V found she was standing beside two entrances; one to the Haunted House and the other to the Fortune Teller's impromptu tent. Counting on her charming smile to lure the person in, she called out, letting them decide where to. "Shall we try our luck?“

“It’s not going to be so bad.” He assured his companion. They had been building up to going into the Haunted House experience for a while now. “It would have been cooler if they had escape room too.” He liked a good mystery, or puzzle every now and again. “You definitely won’t loose me in there.” With his glow in the dark body paint and suit that was definitely true. “In fact I might make the experience more spooky.” He waggled his fingers, emphasizing the word spooky. “Okay, so this is the last shot and then we’re ready to go. Yeah?” Those were the terms they agreed to prior. “Cheers!” Stefano held up his shot glass of tequila, ready to clink it against the other’s. 

I’m not a queen, or a monster, I'm the goddess of death.