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The basement reminded Forrest of the corn maze he had briefly spotted during his time at the festival, the maze which he had avoided entirely due to the fact that he hated not being able to see the exit. The hellhound had been uneasy since he’d seen the castle in the late afternoon, being inside it was a whole different kind of foreboding. It turned his blood to ice and made the presence in the back of his head all the more prominent. 

Location | Ballroom 

Finding Oliver proved harder than Beau had anticipated. The man was the only reason he’d even considered going to the event in the first place and he’d be damned if he went the night without meeting him and providing him with the dance he’d requested from him. He hoped there would also be a chance to request a midnight kiss if he didn’t already have an offer. It wasn’t the kind of thing he usually had much of an urge to participate in, but he didn’t normally want to go to parties either. It seemed all it took to change his mind was a pretty face and good company. 

Making his way around the edges of the crowd, he finally spotted Oliver amongst the crowd. Pausing to adjust his jacket, he approached the man from behind, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Good evening, Oliver. If I didn’t know better, I’d accuse you of making an attempt to avoid me this evening. You’re quite hard to track down in this crowd.”