#wr.starter

Maia knew she wasn't supposed to be there but it was a thrill trying to get in some place that was off limits to her. And after all she was trying to be good since coming to town, even so much as giving up her old ways of life to try to be normal for the first time ever, so she felt like she deserved to do something fun for a change. So of course that meant crashing the werewolf party that was invite only.

She came prepared of course, in full gown and mask, but there were still some things she didn't plan for. First she was having a killer headache that she couldn't remember the last time she had one this bad. But she tried to drown it out with music and alcohol as best as she could. Her eyes started to wander around the artifacts, seeing what the museum held and if anything was worth swiping.

Maia knew the secret of getting away with things was acting like you belonged there. But that was hard when she took a very clear wrong turn and ended up at a dead end, turning around to find someone blocking her only way out. She figured there was no use but to come clean. "Okay so maybe I crashed. I'll give you $20 if you forget you saw me. Or another $20 if you add me as a surprise plus one."

one thing is for certain, there are far more people here than were on the guest list. this fact may have his father in law in a tizzy, but spencer is determined to make the most out of the night. these big, flashy events are ironically his least favorite part of being an avery despite them being the very thing his mother sought after until her bitter end. he's eager for the end of the night where there's less prying eyes so he can tear up the dance floor uninhibited. for now, he's settled into nursing the beer that he's carefully stowed away in one of the bar set-ups and being an extra set of eyes for security since the masquerade has become more than anyone anticipated.

spencer spots a drunk woman teetering on her heels a little too closely to one of the museum displays. and speaking of that beer, it splashes out of the champagne flute and across the sleeve of his suit jacket as he collides with someone just two steps into his beeline toward the young woman. instinctively, his free hand reaches out to steady the shoulder of his unsuspecting victim, the burnt caramel smell of his malt beer now permeating the air between them. ❝ how un-hostly of me. are you alright? i didn't getcha with my drink did i? ❞

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Who: Simone & open

Where: Mystic Moon

“Come on in!” Simone called over from the bookshelf she was organizing.

“I’ll be there in a moment!” She said, before carefully stepping off the ladder and walking towards the door of the shop. It had been a slow day so she had time to organize things a bit in between customers. The bookshelf had been needing to be rearranged for a couple of weeks now after some browsing. “How can I help you today?” She asked, before picking Nyx up from one of the counters.

The ending of yet another exhilarating shift meant that Valentine was free from duty and ready to initiate a little disarray. Striding through the vibrant haunt, blaring music vibrates the floor underneath the silenced click of her heels. Glistened, inebriated frames parted for her like the Red Sea, allowing her access to the bar. With grace, she hovers, chocolate hues darting to her first unsuspecting target for the evening.

It was enough to knock them both off balance, and Alexios was shooting daggers that they would dare have the audacity to cause him to walk into them.

"Ever hear of watching where the fuck you were going?" He didn't care if this was a potential high-end paying client to the hotel; right now, they had made the mistake of getting in his pissed off way. "Cause, if not, I'd be more than happy to pay for a few fucking eye exams for you."

"what?" theus asked with a smirk and a soft laugh in his voice. he ran his hands down his jacket, smoothing it out. "i always wear a suit for work. i had to bring out the big guns for Christmas. 'tis the season, after all."