location: the conrad masquerade ball, anywhere closed: @rafelix
Scout could feel herself getting closer and closer to trouble. It was just... the slope she was used to. An inevitable end, really— especially once you considered the champagne, the shots, the joint she'd smoked with one of the cocktail servers out back. But head loopy and wonky aside, Scout was together enough to notice the benefactors of this whole thing, the Conrads, heading closer towards her.
With a squeak, she dipped sideways, gripping onto a nearby bicep and placing herself in their shadow. "Don't mind me," she said, whilst peering around his side, then ducking back again, her silly little head hidden just behind his shoulder. "But like totally don't move. Thanks, much appreciated!"
