#trident;event

Elias remained by the bar, alone, overwhelmed by the mix of fragrances that lingered in the air and the crowds of people scattered on the ballroom floor. The man wasn’t much of a dancer but he probably wouldn’t oppose one if there was a bit more liquor in him. He took a sip of his old fashioned before sliding a generous bill across the marbled counter to the bartender. It was clear he needed some air. Elias rose from the bar stool and swiftly buttoned his suit before making his way to an unoccupied balcony. One which stunningly overlooked the entire island. The pirate took another sip as he felt someone’s presence looming behind him. “Nothing beats this view, huh?” he stated without turning around to greet them just yet.

Waverly was taking a sip from her glass when she noticed a presence near her. “If you’re going to ask if you can borrow this dress, just know I made it custom to fit myself so it probably won’t look the same on you.” She offered with a smirk before taking another sip from her drink. To say she was proud of her dress would be an understatement. When she finally turned to the other, she took in their outfit. “You look good though too so like have a drink.” She nodded at the glasses near her filled to the brim with champagne.

Ainsley took in the room as she stood near the corner. At least away from the island, she had more self-confidence in immersing herself in a room full of strangers and alcohol. This felt more like the stuffy events at home, where she was expected to be on her best behavior. However, this time Ainsley knew she couldn’t leave to find something better. Instead, she was reduced to keeping her mouth shut, drain her fourth flute of champagne, and hope there was something or someone more interesting to do. 

“Finally the pirates decided to opt for a black tie. I gotta say I am mighty curious what this night might bring.” She stated the person next to her who seemed to just have entered the room at the second floor of the Tulach house. Events like these used to be half of Emira’s life. Attending them had been either very boring or highly entertaining, depending on the royals in attendance. Glancing about she wondered if there would be dancing and some sort of true entertainment during the evening. Who knew, the pirates might keep the element of surprise and suspense going. 

Despite having been to many many many of these masquerades over his lifetime, Jack never felt completely comfortable in a suit. He’d had some help from friends in planning the whole outfit and everything coincided well with the black and gold, but he still looked stiff as a rod as he neared the bar, hoping alcohol would help. “I don’t look as stupid as I feel right?” He questioned the person next to him. “Really I just need you to say I look good even if it’s a lie.”

Charlotte didn’t often wear dresses and heels. After all, they restricted movement, but she had agreed to go to this stupid soiree for Christmas and be proper representation. It gave her an excuse to wear the ballgown bought for her on a whim by an old friend, along with the delicate heels. She gathered up her skirt as she stepped through the threshold and into the room. Everyone wore masks, but they did little to conceal their identity. Charlotte had known most of them for years. Her fingers curled around the stem of the champagne flute and she took a tentative sip. 

Tears were consistently streaming down the princesses’ face as she sat on the steps of the Tulach House. Her hand in her lap, twisting the beads slowly - three blue ones to match the ocean and the man’s eyes, the tacky square letter beads R - A - M - S - E - S and then three more blue beads. She was supposed to give it to him at the end of the night when all the festivities were wrapping up. A thank you for all his help and for being a friend when she needed it most. But instead it was in her hand and she was replaying the night in her head. He had offered to spend it at her side, making sure she was safe and now he was gone. And Anderson was somewhere being looked after that she was sure she wasn’t allowed to go to. No part of her wanted to go back to his villa until he was there too. It was peculiar to become attached to someone she enjoyed being such a nuisance for, but as she sat on the cold steps all the princess wished for was the man to be okay. 

“Bunch of assholes..” Thana scoffed with a roll of her eyes before she took a swig from the bottle of tequila she’s swiped in her hand. An amused smirk playing on her features, in truth finding it amusing just staying on the side lines, drinking, smoking and shouting out the odd sarcastic comment. Her leather jacket hanging off her tattooed shoulders, the blonde haired pirate was far from the ballroom type. Her more ‘alternative’ attire was probably a given to that. She definitely didn’t blend into everyone else’s long flowing ball gowns and soft fabrics. With fish net tights and heeled silver boots, ones she’d gladly use to kick any royal with, even with a mask she was completely true to herself. Turning her head to the side at the company who’d pulled up beside her, her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked over at them. A part of her liked the whole mask situation, but she also despised it. Not knowing who she was talking to was alluring, but she also hated the how deceiving it could be. “If you’ve come to ask to dance, you can fuck off thanks, you’re a damn idiot if you think I’ll be caught dead ball room dancing. You have about 10 seconds to tell me your name, so cough it up.”