Event | Masquerade Ball

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Characters: All
Date: The Evening of October 30th
Location: The Courtyard of Public Opinion
Situation: Valdis and 'Rue' have put together an All Hallows Eve Masquerade Ball.
Warnings/Rating: None

The day has finally arrived and the morning and afternoon are spent putting together what will be the scene of the Masquerade Ball at the Courtyard of Public Opinion. Kedan can be seen coming and going, carrying in decorations and lights and later on, various foods and desserts. Valdis, and Rue can occasionally be glimpsed directing people and moving things around, but anyone not a part of the setup will be ushered on and discouraged from lingering.

As night falls, the Courtyard will be brightly lit and ready for guests...

Comments

[lasergrenades]

"I don't either, actually," Pepper says smoothly, shrugging it off. "Not like waltzes or anything, at least, but I doubt Valdis or the kedan are familiar with the dulcet tones of "Call Me Maybe" or any of the better metal bands I listen to that make for good dance music."

She follows him into the apartment, a little amused at the sight of the ponytail bouncing on the back of his head. It's a good look for him, she thinks.

"I've heard fighting is a lot like dancing," she continues, a little louder so he can hear her through the door, and leans against the kitchen counter. "Although you probably end up with a lot less bruises and the dress code is way prettier."

[denyamenti]

Bakura strips off his shirt and tosses it carelessly onto the bed, reaching for a clean black one to put under the coat. His jeans shortly joined the discarded shirt, and after another moment he emerged, fastening the front and looking at Pepper. The red did suit him, though not quite as well as it had when his complexion was dark. Still, it played well, and the cut of the coat fell briskly from his shoulders. He hadn't buttoned it up all the way yet, the collar parted for the moment, and the wolf mask neatly tucked under one arm.

"Well?" he said, feeling rather self-conscious.

[lasergrenades]

When Bakura re-emerges, it's Pepper's turn to be surprised. After a moment's consideration, she puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side, the corners of her mouth upturned in a failed attempt to force the grin down. While it's true that a tan might be of use to complete the image, she's pleased with the result.

"Wow. I might have done my job too well. People might decide you're better to look at than me, and I think we both know I'm the pretty one," she says brightly, lifting the mask off her face. "I told you that you should wear red more often. It looks great."

[denyamenti]

"Everyone knows you're the pretty one," Bakura returned absently, fiddling with the cuff of the jacket before glancing back up at her. "I'll see what I can do about more red."

Gift of clothing aside, he still wasn't entirely sold on the party idea, but there was nothing to be lost by not going, and Pepper had gone out of her way to make sure he could while fitting in.

"To the Courtyard?" he asked.

[lasergrenades]

This time, when Pepper blushes, she's not wearing the mask (slamming it back down on her face is not a graceful option), and she hopes she's far enough across the room that her cheeks have time to cut it out before Bakura notices, even though she should have expected that response.

"Yup! I can't wait to check out the refreshment table, I heard it's supposed to be amazing," Pepper replies. She will never pass up an opportunity to sample delicious food. "And maybe someone can teach us how to dance. You know, properly."

Following in the footsteps of Sadie Hawkins, she offers her arm to Bakura.

[denyamenti]

"It might have been wise to learn that before the night of," he replied dryly. "But we'll see."

He wouldn't have understood the Sadie Hawkins reference, but he took the proffered arm.

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