Behind my eyes I'm hiding | devilstrapsandcolts (closed)
Rachel never was fond of big parties. Too many people, hard to keep her eyes on the exit. But she'd done worse shit for less, and there was something about this one that made it different from the typical gatherings of rich people in weird places. Maybe it was the masquerade--everyone wearing masks made her feel safe in the anonymity. Of course, Rachel wore masks every day, but those were masks that risked her life if they were revealed. This was just... it felt like some kind of freedom.
She wore a clingy black dress shot through with burnt orange and gold and normally she'd be fidgeting and feeling self-conscious as all hell, but the filigree fox mask on her face let her revel in the looks she garnered, a sly smirk spreading across her face. It was easy to get distracted, to forget why she was here.
The music died down, and an emcee took the stage. Rachel took the opportunity to scan the crowd, although it was nearly a fruitless endeavor--it was impossible to tell who was who. One phrase caught her attention, and she snapped her head back to the stage.
"...paired up by random drawing. Now, be friendly--the point of this is to use our masks to mix and mingle in ways we never would before." A salacious grin, and an appreciate chuckle from the crowd, but Rachel's stomach tightened. She was going to have to spend the whole evening with one person? How in the hell was she supposed to do her job then?
She lingered by the wall, a glass of champagne that she wasn't drinking in her hand, contemplating what to do. Movement caught her eye--a man. She prayed he wasn't looking for her. Maybe she could just... opt out. Right.