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[aurora.borealis]

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Flora laughed in response as Finn confirmed her suspicions that it was indeed him. She was giddy with excitement for a moment, until she realised just how drunk her friend actually was. He mentioned proving Gossip Girl right, and she almost let out an exasperated sigh. The blogger had power over people during their most vulnerable times, and the last thing Finn needed right now was to be antagonised to the point of drinking. She raised her free hand in an attempt to steady him as he leaned towards her, but as he stood she lowered her hand once more.

Smiling sheepishly at Leo as he ordered her drink, she nodded. "Clearly we're spending far too much time together. Or drinking too much. I think I prefer the latter explanation." Her tone was teasing. Of course she didn't believe that they were spending too much time together, actually, the complete opposite. She was enjoying his company far more than she had expected to considering they had known each other for such a short time. The blonde watched as he extended his hand in greeting to Finn. She stopped herself from rolling her eyes as he carried on to say that she had spoken about him while they had hung out. While she may have mentioned him in passing, she hadn't spoken about anybody else all that much and she knew that Leo was just trying to play nice. Though it was something that truthfully, she did really appreciate.

She was deep in thought when her date pulled her towards him, and without any restraint she let herself bump into him. "Why thank you," Flora beamed as he told her how beautiful she looked, "you're not looking all that bad yourself." Smiling as he continued to talk, she took a moment to think. "Well we could stay here if you like. This hotel is one of the nicest on the Upper East Side, and I could always get one of the staff from home to drop off my uniform for tomorrow. But do you have anything you need? Or anywhere that you need to be?"

At this point, Finn spoke up once more and the girl's eyes opened wide as he asked whether they were a thing. Drawing away from Leo slightly, she shook her head as he continued to talk. Putting his hand to his face, she supposed that what he was saying next was supposed to be just between the boys. "No Finn, Leo and I are just getting to know each other at the moment. There's still a lot we need to learn about each other before we could even consider dating, we're just friends - right?" Flora turned to Leo, eyes basically begging for help.

The blonde looked back to Finn and was about to talk him out of drinking anymore when he spilt water all over his tux. He started blotting at the liquid to dry it up before grabbing a napkin and putting it to his mouth. She didn't think it was possible, but Flora's eyes opened wider than before. "Finn, we can sort the suit but jesus, are you okay? Do you need to go home?" She had become increasingly worried since the conversation had started, and this was exactly what she hadn't wanted to happen. Releasing Leo's hand, she took a couple of napkins and dabbed at the boy's suit.

Looking at the bar, she noticed her drink had appeared and she grabbed it, taking a sip as she wondered how to prevent Finn from being sick once again. How did this happen again?

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xxx── ✰xthe bookworm // seventeen // hetero // location; the masquerade // tags; grant, emery, tay & ki !

sparkling blue and white lights illuminated the dusky dance floor as they darted the checkerboard
marble ground and so did the young woman's heeled feet when she spun. the gemstones from saf's
ball gown beamed against the tinted spotlights, twinkling with each pivot. the girl smiled in conte
ntment, saffron genuinely felt on top of the world, almost as if she were like a princess and nothin
g could possibly bring her cheery spirits down this evening. as expected from the humongous crowd,
elbows and shoulders were grazed but it didn't seem like anyone's concern, especially saffrons as sh
e swayed by herself alone, that was until she was approached by a young gentleman looking utterly
dashing, he wore a baby blue suit with a white rose pinned onto the color and a mask which covered
almost all of his face except for a portion of his pale colored skin peeking through. the incognito boy
took saffron's dainty hand which were engulfed with expensive, lustrous rings, he then commenced to
spin her just once and saffron's blushed cheeks turned warm to the touch. the young man began to sp
eak. she payed close attention to the boys lips, making out what his mouth was spewing and drowning
out the thunderous music. once she understood what he had said, saffron nodded her head in agreeme
nt, she would much rather prefer rock over this bubble gum pop stuff the dj was playing but you could
catch her singing some ariana grande in the shower once in a while. the two anonymous students conti
nued to preform an exclusive duet, singing an overplayed song that was blasting from the speaker abov
e them. eventually, the inharmonious duet came to a finale which followed another popular song, of co
urse but instead of belting that one too, the young man questioned saffron on why she chose to wear w
hite instead of red or black. the goody two-shoes really didn't have the perfect answer to that mystery,
i mean, just what does it take for someone to earn their fluffy angel wings? saffron's halo permanently
shined bright in it's pristine form, at least her reputation did anyway. the saint bounced the query back
at the young man, “i'd ask you the same question” she said, a chuckle escaping from her glazed, satiny
lips. she assumed by his character that he wasn't quite the saint himself and the elvish smirk on his face
after glancing at his phone's screen sort of proved her right. saffron furrowed her brow when the boy ask
ed her to accompany him on a "scavenger hunt" but without question, the innocent girl followed right be
hind him. while she thought dancing among a rambunctious crowd was fun, saffron thought it would be e
ven more entertaining to join a masked stranger along with his endeavors and her eardrums will probably
thank her in the long run if she went with the him anyway. the pair proceeded to relocate from the dance
floor, past the bar where an abundance of students idled with drinks in their hands, they then dashed for t
he elevator which seized when they reached the rooftop. once they've arrived, they greeted a duo seeming
ly bumping heads. a brunette stood before her, she wore a very fitting outfit and very high heels, which hon
estly, intimidated the minuscule sized girl. usually she wasn't so easily domineered but this disguised young
woman had a fierce energy to her. she stood adjacent to a very recognizable young man, saffron could tell
exactly who the masked boy was by his antagonizing comments, she laughed at how easy it was to identify
the playboy. saffron had been in the pitiable girls position before many times when she was little, how the
two would bicker all the time and saf would end up in tears but it wouldn't last long as the youngsters pare
nts would make them hug it out for saffron's sake. saffron rolled her mocha brown eyes, placing her palm ag
ainst her forehead, “oh, typical emery” she spoke, feeling a bit remorseful for the girl who were caught up in
his sturdy web, though it appeared she was putting up a good fight. saffron suddenly took her phone out of her
purse and replied to her recent message, which happened to be the geek, kian, one of the people she could sta
nd on this campus, “just missed u, angel” she sent with a sad emoticon, she called him angel whether or not his
attire matched. she sent kian another text, “i'll probably join u soon tho, there's some stuff goin' down and idk
if i wanna be here when it explodes lmao” though she knew that the best parts were over but knowing how stubb
orn emerson was, this could probably go on all night long. the silent girl stood behind mystery boy, peeking from his
shoulder on her tippy toes, the bookworm observed the match.

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a smile spread across his lips when flora spoke to him. "I don't think we spend enough time together." he said with a playful wink. "but honestly if we continue to eat out like we have done for the past three weeks im going to get fat and nobody wants to see that," he said with a small laugh. he saw the look on flo face when he pretty much lied to finn about flora mentioning him and he looked at her and shrugged and mouthed "I didn't know what else to say?"

kahleo had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the words coming out of the goofballs mouth. seemed like the dude was just here for attention and to have a pity party for himself. "that's honestly the dumbest thing I have ever heard. you realize money isn't everything right?" growing up without money taught him that money didn't make you happy or solved all your problems but he guessed that since money all this person every known that he wouldn't see it that way.

when finn started to lean in and get all close to his face kahleo put a hand up to keep him as far as away as possible. "I get you're drunk in all but personal space my friend." he rolled his eyes when he gave him the whole speech on how he would pretty much kick his butt if he hurt flora. he looked at flora and raised a brow. "your friend seriously didn't just call me kiddo?" he asked not bothering to hide how annoyed he actually was at this whole situation. "honestly I would love to see you try because I have a feeling I would have you on the ground before you could land one hit." now he was just antagonizing the dude and making the situation worse for his date here but he hoped he could either get finn so angry where he would storm off or flora could convince him to leave before leo actually did have to get physical with him. he signed and leaned against the bar and took a sip of his drink because he knew it was about to be a long night.

he pretended to be offended when she said he didn't look all that bad. "im kinda hurt that I call you beautiful and that's all I get back? I thought we had a better bond than that." when she finally responded about their plans for the night he gave her his full attention. "I can do the same as you and have someone drop clothes off. I would rather not have anyone see how much of a mess I am after tonight." it was honestly the truth because if the night was going to go the same as it was now he was going to be drunk before they even reached the hour mark. "this would be the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in."

"oh no, we definitely aren't dating," he said once he realized flora wanted his help on convincing her friend they weren't an item like he thought. "the most I know about her is she has silk sheets on her bed and has way better bedroom decorations than I do." he knew how the words leaving his mouth sounded like they were sleeping together or something but at the same time that's about as deep as they knew about each other. "she can totally out eat me in a heartbeat though."

he watched as her friend spilled water all over himself and ran his hands through his hair. "it's just water, it will dry, you don't have to be all dramatic about it." he said sitting his drink on the counter and handed flora more napkins to help dry off his suit. "it will be dry before you know it and no one will even notice you spilled anything on it." he whispered in flora ear. "he needs to go home and sleep this off." there was no way he wasn't going to get kicked out of the party acting this way and he didnt want the poor man to embarrass himself even more. "either that or he needs to go drink it off upstairs in a room." he did his best to whisper where finn couldn't hear but at the same time didn't really care if he did or not.



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"im honestly offended that it took you this long to find me." he said when he heard the sound of the gambler coming up behind him. when he turned he saw a gorgeous girl standing at his side and he smirked before looking at Grant. "I forgive you for taking so long because I would have done the same." he chucked when Grant asked if this was who boredom was referring to his text he sent him about Taylor. "gold star for you," he said running a hand through his hair. he laughed again when the gambler introduced his companion to the group. "how many times have you used that line already tonight? it doesn't sound any better the more times you use it."

he sighed when Taylor finally spoke up to defend herself against him and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. "you don't ever give up do you?" he asked pretending to pay attention to her whole speech about how she wasn't like all the other girls and then caught a few other things she had to say at well. "Technically I didn't say you had daddy issues because quite frankly im sure everyone at this party does." he was almost annoyed that he had to actually explain his insults to her. "I said your parents buy your love which once again im sure everyone at this party at least has one parent like that and if you don't then you should consider yourself blessed."

"okay so maybe you didn't wear the outfit to sleep around which I still find hard believe but you did wear it to get attention from everyone you're just upset it wasn't the attention you wanted." he wondered if she wanted him to be shocked that she was able to identify who he was but he was almost relieved when she figured it out because he was already bored of this mask game already. "im hoping you're not hoping to win a ribbon for figuring me out because I have to be the easiest one to guess."

"was I supposed to be shocked when you look off the mask because I guessed right. you are one of Korys minions," he said with a simple shrug and rolled his blue eyes at the words that left her mouth. "please don't try to get all literal with me. you're wasting your time." he way too excited to finally take off the mask he was wearing and carelessly tossed it onto the ground and then grabbed a drink off one the trays that waiters were carrying around. "so glad I don't have to bother wearing that the rest of the night."

for the first time in the playboys' life, he was speechless at what happened next. the next thing he knew some girl was coming out of nowhere and poured a drink on the minions head. he had no clue where she came from or why she thought she needed to get involved in the drama that didn't even involve her. "now that was uncalled for." and he was even more confused on why now he wanted to defend Taylor. "someone is an even bigger attention seeker than me." he said looking dead at the Hellkite. "I know you thought you were probably being all mean and would make everyone laugh or something else pathetic but honestly it was more pathetic than anything and it was a waste of a perfectly good drink."

he took off the jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around Taylors shoulders before looking at Andy. "Just so you know I will be sending you both of our dry cleaning bills." he looked down at taylor with almost an apologetic look or at least one of the nicest looks his face could actually make. "I'm going to be surprised if you don't have a change of clothes in one of the many hotel rooms so let's go get you cleaned up." he gave her gentle shove just trying to get her out of this dreaded mess before a catfight fight broke out and he would have to carry one downstairs kicking and screaming. "she's not worth your time and if you give her a reaction that's exactly what she wants. I know her game more than anyone. "

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[PrincessH]

❝happiness is the same price as
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Emerson clearly wasn't going to leave it without getting the last word in, both as stubborn as each other. She wanted to leave, it seemed things were going around in circles and it wasn't going to end well for either of the pair.

All of a sudden the hellkite had came from nowhere, before she had a chance to hear what she had said, or even acknowledge who had approached; cold was running down her neck and bare shoulders from the iced beverage she had been holding. "What the f***..." she gasped, taken aback. Confusion and shock came over her first as she stepped back. Who and why? Looking up she recognised the hellkite from her build, muscular unlike Taylor's slim build; and very quickly her shock turned to rage. She hated the hellkite, they have always butted heads, but tonight she seemed to have a personal vendetta. Before she could lay into Andy with all the things she wanted to shout at that moment, Emerson began to speak.

While the drink may have been a shock to the system, what he did surprised her, almost just as much. As the cool wind whipped around her wet shoulders and arms, she stood shivering as Emery took into the girl. Why was he defending her? She couldn't get her head around it, he seemed to hate her not five minutes ago...

Now she had her jacket around her shoulders, and was being pushed away with Emery, he hadn't given her a chance to react. Everything had happened so quickly. She looked back over her shoulder at the hellkite muttering under her breath as he directed her towards the exit, she couldn't stop staring, fists gripped so tightly her manicure was digging into her palms, starting to draw blood from trying to contain herself from lashing out.

As much as she wanted to go back and let all her anger out, she noticed how many people were watching. It was best to avoid a scandal, if a cat fight had happened it would have most likely been in the front pages of all the socialite magazines.

The next thirty seconds went even faster. There wasn't far too go to get to the suite where Taylor's overnight bag was. She was still in a rage so she hadn't spoken a word to Emery. She took out her keycard, hands were shaking: unsure of wether it was from the cold or her anger she noticed the drops of blood on her hand where her nails had been digging in.

Walking into the room she was unsure wether he would follow. She had so much built up anger she directed it to the wall, at least it wouldn't file a lawsuit or tip Gossip girl off. Her knuckles hit against the concrete, the pain was dull but it felt good to release some of her rage.

While he had suddenly been kind to her in that situation she couldn't bring herself to say thank you, "I'm not a baby I can look after myself Emerson." She regretted the misdirected anger, although she didn't know how to take his kindness, pushing him away seemed to be the easiest option right now, even if it wasn't the right one.

[Consulting_Angel]

Nicholas Womack
18|Male|Pretty Boy
Location: Masquerade
Tagged: Andrew, Kian

He can practically sense the joy coming from the other student, and he has to smile warmly at it. Then, Nicholas shrugs slightly. Most of the time, he ends up dancing around with some of the other students, getting himself more involved with the social aspect that was prevalent in these events. It was just the start of them that he was a little more withdrawn. "I guess that'll depend on what would be enjoyable for you." Nicholas comments, figuring that they'd both have different opinions as to what would make things enjoyable for them. He glanced off, towards the dance floor, where quite a few students were already dancing together. It was almost a shame that most of them seemed to be couples, which made him a little uncertain about joining them, but he was sure that he'd do so later on, when he was more comfortable with the atmosphere.
He then nodded slightly in agreement to the statement about something already happening. "It wouldn't be an Upper East Side party without some drama happening early. No doubt it's going to all be on blast tomorrow though..." Nicholas observed - it was definitely not a surprise to him that there was already something happening, and he was pretty sure that part of it was due to today's blog post. Then, he laughs warmly. "Well, we'll see about that. I don't have any plans as of yet, but we'll see how the night goes." He says, humorously. He knows that he's not going to do anything that could get exposed, but it was a little fun to joke about it. Besides, it seemed that there was already plenty happening already.

He does raise an eyebrow again - despite it, again, not being visible - as the other student talks about the guy that is meant to be meeting up with him. He's still of the opinion that no one should know who anyone else is, but judging from what was happening across the rooftop, it seemed that some were already past that point. He was still going to maintain his anonymity, though, despite this. He just felt that it would be more fun and add to the night. "I'll take your word for it." Nicholas replies, moments before someone approaches the stranger from behind, dressed as a 'sinner' - which the stranger he was talking to clearly hadn't been expecting.
Nicholas has to clench his jaw slightly, almost involuntarily, as he watches the two interact, and he glances towards the glass that had been slammed down on the table. He chooses not to ask about it, however, pretty sure that the question would be avoided, so he saw little point in doing so. He glanced towards the 'sinner' stranger, and nodded slightly. "Thank you." He replied, genuinely, but he was still concerned that it might have sounded forced. He attempted to relax a little, and he took another sip of his drink - one that was a little longer than the previous ones - as he tried to figure out what to say.

He glanced towards the 'saint' stranger - deciding the refer to the other two as 'saint' and 'sinner' for the time being - when he talks about what to call everyone else during the night. Nicholas gives it a think, wondering if it would be interesting to go by a different name for the night. Just something for the others use so that they could refer to him a bit better. "I doubt either of you two need to introduce yourselves to each other." Nicholas comments, lightly, after setting his glass back down. "Though... a code name might be interesting." He gives it another few minutes of thought, then he suggests, "Call me Mack, then."

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xxraising an eyebrow when andrew, assumingly accidentally, slammed the glass on the counter, kian let out a breathy laugh, "woah there mike tyson," he joked. maybe it was the nerves of being at this party or maybe he had been drinking, kian thought, eyes glancing at the other people around the bar. slipping one of his hands into drews, he gave it a light squeeze in hopes of being some form of comfort. "i like how i look better in red than white," he said with a shrug, glancing himself over and fiddling with his tie as he did. he definitely knew he wasnt anywhere near a sinner but today he could pretend to be- maybe it'd buy him an excuse away from the drama. why mess with a sinner?
xxwhen the other stranger thanked him, kian looked over at him and gave a nod followed by an upbeat 'mmhmm!'. the only thing he appreciated in his own mask was the almost dizzying pattern of gold that dotted his mask, the details super fine and small but mesmerizing nonetheless. his younger sister had picked out the mask for him with too much enthusiasm for him to turn it down- it wasn't like he had a better mask lying around. plus, the gold added more to his dark color scheme so he appreciated his sisters efforts.
xx"ooo codenames," kian echoed excitedly. he hadn't really figured that they'd need them but now that the two of them had run in to someone who he didn't know, it only made sense. "mack," he repeated, nodding his head as he processed the name. it would obviously have no connection to the persons actual name but kian couldn't help but hope that it would clue him in on who was behind the feathered disguise. "i guess you can call me brando," kian said, a goofy look crossing his features, "because i can only hope i look as good in red as marlon brando," he said with a light laugh.
xxkian glanced over at drew to see what he'd suggest for himself but his gaze moved across the rooftop when a gasp echoed across the crowd. it appeared that the two people who had been (probably) arguing had now unmasked themselves. honestly, kian wasn't surprised to see who was behind the two masks but what he was surprised to see was when another person came out of seemingly nowhere and poured a drink over taylors head. his mouth practically dropped open, gaze shifting between drew and 'mack' and then back to the scene. he didn't exactly get along with taylor but this was something he never would've imagined doing to her. "this might be our que to scram," he said, eyebrows raised high in disbelief.
xxfeeling his phone buzz in his pocket, he let go of drews hand to pull it out, seeing a text from saf. snorting when he read it, he could quite confidently say that there was definitely some stuff goin' down. back where the drama was happening, ki had spotted a blonde but he wasn't sure if it was saf or not. (there is quite the amount of drama going on at the edge of the rooftop. i dont get what just happened??? we might go into hiding now lmao) shoving his phone back in his pocket, kian looked between the two guys with him. "theres a pool table downstairs if you guys don't want to leave just yet?" he offered, but figured if they did that they'd say so, "or, we could hide on the dance floor," he said with a smile. if they were dancing then who would really bother them?

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[joa]

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yes, he laughs at the mike tyson comment but deep down he knows this moment will haunt him for a long time. holding kian's hand is one of his favourite things to do - the younger's hands are slightly smaller than his own and he thinks it's adorable - so it's no surprised that he is ecstatic when it happens. he squeezes the boy's hand back as a sort of 'thank you' though he is unsure what he is thanking kian for just yet. thank you for not judging him? yeah, sounds about right. although drew looks lost in his thoughts, he is actually listening carefully to what his friend had to say. he hums, seemingly in agreement, as kian mentions looking better in red than in white. drew strongly believes blue is kian's true colour, but he's not going to argue about it.

he's happy when both men agree to his code-name idea, it just makes things much easier. drew nods as 'mack' introduces himself though you can almost see the gears working in his head as he tries to guess if it is a clue. not that it really matters, he is well aware that mack won't reveal himself easily. when kian reveals his code name, andrew raises his visible eyebrow. an eye-roll and a quiet chuckle soon follow the younger's explanation. "you do, you do," drew reassures though he shakes his head in a 'disappointed' manner "i'd say even better, but i'm biased". andrew knew he wanted his nickname to be a clue - as if his identity wasn't obvious already - just for fun. those who hung out with drew often knew of his peculiar drinking habit: brandy alexander when he arrived, a random array of drinks in the middle, and bailyes irish cream right before he left. "just call me bailey for tonight," his statement was rushed.

a wave of gasps caused andrew's eyes to shoot over to the other side where the little argument he noticed earlier had turned into a full on altercation and, although the trio were nowhere close to the drama, he instinctively tugged kian closer to him. a sad sigh escapes the angel's nose as he looks at taylor who had a drink purposely spilled on her. drew truly wants to check if she is alright, yet he can see that she is with emerson and he would rather not make things worse than they already are. instead, andrew promises to himself that he will try to cheer her up tomorrow.

the smile on his face seems significantly more awkward after what they just witnessed, though it's hard to blame him. "i-i'm fine with either, really," he stammers, shifting his weight from one leg to another. "i don't think anyone would bother us either way, at least i hope not". andrew's eyes focus on mack as he waits for some sort of opinion on what they should do. although he is silent, drew is quietly praying that the tension will subside.

[niico]

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xxxfinnegan rose giggled a little a flo's response. they werent dating! that was good for finn to hear. and as leo confirmed it his smile grew. that was good to hear. he downed another cup of water and another after that like they were shots. he really wanted to drink more but it was better to stick to water for now. he knew he was getting a little out of hand. flora spoke again to note that they could help the suit and he became a little mad when she suggested he go home. "oh come on. the party's just started!!" leo spoke again and it enraged finn. "okay man. me and my family? we're gonna be on the streets in about a week. this suit was bought with the last of our money. you dont know anything about mee so can it, okay? enough with the attitude boyo." his words were slurring but the water was helping him sober up. finn gritted his teeth when he realized that leo was trying to make him more mad. he took in a deep breath to calm himself. a bubbling in his stomach indicated the worst. he put his fist in front of his mouth to stop the inevitable for a bit but looked right at leo's eyes as he threw up all over him. he heaved for a bit and stood up, wiping the corners of his mouth. "heh. heh. whoops. sorry about that. pal." he grabbed another napkin to spit in and threw it into a nearby trashcan. he giggled again and stepped back to look at his masterpiece. it was absolutely disgusting and it probably made leo hate him, but hey, he was pissing rosie off. it was just a little revenge, is all. he couldnt buy revenge so he just had to do it himself. and this was pretty good revenge.

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tags; kory // ment; the group // s.o; bi // age; 18
xxxviolet hayes listened as kory spoke, smiling at her words. the queen bee popped a question that really made violet think. "oh wow i didn't really think about it. i dunno. the drinks are better, for one? i'm not that big a fan of the hard drinks over on the hell side. and i agree, some of these people definitely aren't as innocent as they seem." violet took another sip of her drink, letting the taste cover her whole mouth. kory spoke again, and this time to point out the lovely group ahead of them. she gasped when she watched someone pour a drink over a girl she didn't quite recognize, even without the mask. vio covered her mouth to hide the big 'o' shape she made with her lips. she then stifled a laugh as she looked at the reactions of the others. the boy in the powder blue suit she recognized, how could she not? grant was a sight to behold. "wow. that was a show." her face lit up with laughter, the sight was hilarious. and the girls dress, really was tragic. kory suddenly asked her to dance and she gave her a big grin. this would be so fun. she stood with the girl and took her hand, letting her lead her to the dance floor. violet wasn't a great dancer on her own, but she could usually adapt to whatever the other person was doing. she danced with kory for a bit before getting anxious about knowing who was under the mask. she really wanted to know. "so, who's the gorgeous face under the mask? i know we aren't supposed to ask and all but i'm dying to know." she cocked an eyebrow at the mystery woman as she continued to dance.

[Consulting_Angel]

Nicholas Womack
18|Male|Pretty Boy
Location: Masquerade
Tagged: Andrew, Kian

His gaze switched between the two that were opposite him, from sinner to saint and back again, as they spoke with him and each other. Part of him wanted to abandon the idea that their identities should be secret and find out who they were, so that he could be sure to maintain a friendship with then. Then again, the mystery was still rather fun, and he didn't want them to treat him differently if they found out who he was - and vice-versa. Nick had to let out a light laugh at the clear excitement of them having codenames. He's quite proud of the name he chose for himself, though he hopes that it's not too obvious as to where he derived it from. Then again, he's not sure if anyone actually knows his surname anyway - especially if they are unable to recognise him by first name currently.
He nods as 'Brando' introduces himself by the name, and then again towards 'Bailey'. Interesting choices, and he definitely can't figure out if there's any subtle meaning or clue behind the choices. Nick also glances towards the commotion happening towards the other side of the roof. It's a little unsettling - and also kind of annoying. 'Attention-seeking, much?' he thinks, suppressing an eyeroll. Some people, in his opinion, really bring on the drama themselves. Even though he knew that it would have been impossible, he still wishes that there could be just one event that didn't have drama five minutes into it. Or at all.

And then, he looks back towards Bailey and Brando. He grips his glass a little tighter, wishing that he could express and show such a closeness and almost intimacy that he is unable to do towards anyone in public. But he's not about to give himself away. No way. No thank you. It's not a fallout that he's willing to deal with.
Nick downs the rest of his cocktail and sets the glass back onto the counter. Then, he slides off his seat so that he is stood. "Let's go and dance." He says, deciding to take the decision into his own hands, considering the other two were being quite indecisive. Besides, he liked dancing among other people. It was expressive and fun, and his mask was definitely secure enough to not have to worry about it falling. "We can go downstairs later." Nick adds, and he starts walking towards the dance floor, glancing back to check that Brando and Bailey are following.