beautifully disguised;

trix used her arms to pull herself up onto the shiny, metal table.  “do you get paid well?... hm, what’s on the menu?”

update on life

“you always get off this late?”  she asked, following him into the kitchen whether it was allowed or not--she didn’t care.  

“i owe you one.”  she said, sliding past him and into the restaurant which was completely dark.  “woah-it’s so weird with no one here.”

arms crossed across her chest, she shifted her weight from one sneaker to the other.  “yeah?  oh my gosh, you’re the best.” 

the darkness, the large amount of people surrounding her, the loud music--they were all contributions to making her feel like a wallflower.  forever blending into her surroundings--a chameleon.  or at least, so she thought.  her eyes closed as she let the music conduct her every move.  she was losing it, letting herself go.  she didn’t want to feel anymore but oh she was!  she felt everything.  trying to suppress those emotions, trix grabbed one of the nearest males--grinding her backside against his front, the materials of her slick dress rubbing against his.  carefully, she took another sip of her drink and looked up, this time eyes wide.  immediately it was like her eyes made a bee-line towards him.  he was staring straight at her, she could tell.  his piercing blue orbs felt captivating.  surprised by this unexpected attention, the fragile girl gave him a flirtatious smirk, pushing herself harder against the masked boy behind her.  did he like seeing her like this? did he enjoy the show?

after roughly finding a parking spot--damn was everyone from town here?-- she made her way through the doubled door entrance at the fancy venue the town had rented out.  by now she had successfully tied the piece of mesh to disguise her eyes.  the place was crowded already, and here she was thinking she had arrived too early.  she had high expectations of the party but low expectations for actually having fun.  but as they say, fake it ‘til you make it.  grabbing a glass of champagne (no carding, say what?) from one of the hired waiters carrying a tray full she made her way to the dance floor.  the music bounced off the walls, a soft techno beat that made her want to bob her head.  when she reached the center, drink in hand, she began to dance.  first moving her hips and then moving with the shift of the crowd.