#event 001

Dario had been spending most of his time so far snacking away, though if you asked him he’d tell you it was just a thorough quality check on the spread—community service, really, and certainly not the munchies…even though it was absolutely the latter. He swayed a little to the music, fingers drumming on the edge of the table as he glanced around the basement, lazily searching for anyone who didn't look like they were too caught up in their conversation so he could wander over.

Spotting someone, he closes the short distance, an inviting grin spread across his face. “Okay, real important question,” he said, leaning just enough to cut through the music, voice playful and warm as usual. “You having a good time, or do I need to distract you with a really cool magic trick?” He gave a small shrug and chuckle. “Cool is subjective, obviously, but I promise it’ll at least be entertaining.”

did he arrive early? yes. was there disappointed latched onto his appearance when he brought out a full tray of brownies but confirmed they didn't have p.ot in them when asked? also yes. none of that was going to stop him from having fun!

"These things never get less boring, do they?"

"since when can we not spring for cocktails at these things?" frankie frowns, clumsily opening a can of lukewarm beer and bringing it to her mouth. the liquid barely breaches her lips before she's lowering it again, frown deepening into a scowl. "god, you guys actually drink this stuff? seriously, what does a girl have to do for a bay breeze?" she twists around and discards the can by putting it on a random surface, sure that someone will come along and drink it, germs be damned.

when she turns back and sees easy still standing in front of her, frankie huffs out a small chuckle. "i almost don't recognize you when you're not running in the opposite direction. if you were sitting down, i might think you were just sleeping with your eyes open. i mean, that would explain why you're not trying to get away from me, but you seem... mostly conscious right now, i guess." the words are spoken with an air of sarcasm, but something rests beneath them. something wounded.

Giada Santoro-D'Amiano || Masquerade Ball

Maybe it was just the firewhisky putting him in a good spirit, but the sheer performance of it all made the evening genuinely interesting. After all, there was no point in being here if he wasn't going to take a look at the displays. That was how he ended up wandering the halls of the manor, eventually stationing himself in front of a large abstract piece