masquerade ball

[totheskye]

The weekend after his birthday, Skye calls pretty much everyone he's ever met and invites them to this place for his birthday party. Which, thanks to Cory's genius, is a masquerade complete with live band and fancy-ass ballroom

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[lucreceknife]

If Skye thinks his mask is creepy, it's probable he hasn't seen the outfit Medea slipped into after ensuring the food was set up. While she's lingering on that end of the room, it's clear she's here as a guest, to enjoy the party in its own right.

[totheskye]

"You look terrifyin', Med," Skye murmurs, admiring, as he reaches to offer her an arm, presses a kiss to her jaw. "And you seriously outdid yourself with the food, thank you."

[lucreceknife]

"Anytime." Her voice echoes in the beak of her mask slightly, becoming deeper--still raspy as all fuck and darker in tone. She takes the offered arm, claws resting lightly against his hand.

[totheskye]

The almost-growl in her voice combined with the clawed touch result in a shudder down Skye's spine, memories coming to him unbidden and drawing a low laugh.

"Dance with me."

[marbleincarnate]

Simon's dressed in a disappointingly familiar fashion. He's never been one to dress up or play masquerade (sorry Skye) and having not been specifically requested to?

He chuckles at the appearance of the other guests. Of course it would be a masquerade.

[totheskye]

"You're dull, y'know," he comments mildly, an arm around Simon's shoulders. "You coulda dressed up some!"

[marbleincarnate]

"Dull?" Simon feigns offense, but smiles. "I am dressed up. I'm a cowboy."

[totheskye]

"Dull. I knew I shoulda pestered you into makin' an effort beforehand," he laughs ruefully, but there's playfulness there. "But mostly, I'm glad you showed."

He winks beneath his mask. "C'mon, let's get a drink. Did you see that fucking cake? Casey seriously went all out."

[nomanneeds]

His wonderful, mindblowing costume consists of a normal shirt, normal pants, normal hair, uncovered face and one nametag that says Dick.

It counts!

[twinfest]

"I'm guessing that either you've drastically altered your appearance with Magic, or that your masquerade is a joke and your name isn't really 'Dick'."

Because there remains doubt to whether one has met this person before, thanks to memories lost to nightmares, but this is one of the only people in ordinary clothing and it makes him curious.

[nomanneeds]

"I don't do magic." So, yes, joke it is.

[twinfest]

"Well then. I'll pretend you're really Dick and you can pretend I really look like this. Take a girl for a dance?

[naughtybakes]

Casey went all out for the cake. A three level chocolate cake, with fresh sliced strawberries in each middle. Three levels, the base fondant was black. He created a beautiful edible lace designed in red to give the cake a sensual feel to it too. Each cake level had three types of people in various stages of undress, in honor of the Smitten staff.

"Here's to the night!" Casey of course was in a black fitted suit, and wore a deep red Casanova mask. The man loved red.

[queen_jamie]

Jamie just kinda stares at the cake like holed shit. "Wow. That is an insane cake."

[naughtybakes]

Casey stepped back from the table to look his creation over. The voice cause Case to turn around, and slip hos mask back on. He grinned at Jamie.

"Is it too much? I got a bit carried away with the lace detailing."

[queen_jamie]

"No way!" He smiles brightly. "Casey, you really outdid yourself. It's the perfect Skye kinda cake. He'll love it. I have to take pics."

[boom_kaboom]

He's there in this mask trying to concoct a crazy drink mixture for himself, keeping an eye out for Skye. He's going to try and not be a wallflower tonight, because he knows it's going to be an epic night.

[alwaysinplaid]

Cory spotted Smith at the drink table and felt himself smirk. He stepped behind the man, and spoke out softly.

"I love these parties. We can be whatever we want."

[boom_kaboom]

He recognizes that voice right away and smiles, turning his head just slightly, to see Cory's mask. "I love the idea of that. So who are you tonight?"

[alwaysinplaid]

"Hmm," Cory ran his hand along Smiths back softly while he thought. The mask, a Casanova mask in black and gold hiding his face. "I'm a drifter. Only in town for a night. I can tell this party will be a fun one."