#valentin.004

Standing in the dining room, Klaus watched people as they played their roles for this event. He still didn't know who was who, but every other time, someone would spill something interesting, and he tried to commit small factoids to memory. As a part of his character, Klaus was cradling a glass of whiskey in one hand, occasionally spinning it around when he saw Valentin. "What a night, huh?" he commented idly, his head canted to the side. "How are you enjoying the evening, my friend?"

Rasa's passage in the dining room was short-lived. She didn't need long to realize going down there wasn't a good idea, and for a few minutes, she dealt with a dilemma: how to get out of there when it seemed like people were flooding through all possible entrances? Rasa had to leave. She wanted to make it back to the safety of her bedroom, but everywhere she went, it was as if there was in every possible corner. Eventually, she did the only thing she could and headed outside to the gardens where she might have a semblance of peace. Her hand shook as she lit up a cigarette, and soon the tears started spilling down her face. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she muttered as she cradled her head in her hands.