Masquerade, paper faces on parade

[thegooddrjones]

Who: Martha, pretty much everyone else in Peaksville
What: The Masquerade Party
When: Day 53, "evening"
Warnings: Will change when applicable.
Notes: Everyone jump in, thread jack, start your own thread, all that stuff. For those who didn't get masks or who got crappy ones? The standard assortment of masks are on a table for you to grab one or

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[csi_eric_delko]

One minute, The Joker had been laying on his back--basking in the afterglow of rather athletic sex while in his bed after a nice long shower--the next, Eric was in a very nice grey tux (even if it felt slightly reminiscent to PeeWee Herman). Peaksville was never a dull moment. He had yet to find a true negative side to the whole situation. Then again, he was under the effects of the mask for a couple days and counting

[irish_bombshell]

Fiona wandered around a bit aimlessly, sipping at her drink. It had been fun messing with Derek and Deb, but she had quickly grown bored of the foul mouthed woman and her horny husband. Partially she was just jealous. She missed Michael and wondered what had happened to him. She had to believe that when she saw his tape burning it just meant that he had escaped and that tape burning was just West trying to scare them. Of course, when she saw Michael again, which she inevitably would, she was going to kick his ass for leaving her behind again. The bastard.

It was then that she caught site of Eric. He really was a welcome sight. She didn't know him well at all, but he was cute and nice and the only person to really give her the time of day since Michael had disappeared. Briefly forgetting that she didn't look like herself, she walked up to him. "What does a girl have to do around here to get a guy to dance with her?"

[csi_eric_delko]

His eyes had drifted to a melancholy violin playing when suddenly a tall woman with a slightly lanky shape appeared before him. Maybe she wasn't the curves his eyes normally lingered on but the woman was not remotely hard on the eyes. He smirked at her forwardness.

"I think she's just gotta appear untaken," Eric answered through the slight grin before finishing his glass and setting it on a passing tray. He brought the hand to his waist and bowed with a hand extended in a playful request for a dance. "May I have this dance?"

[irish_bombshell]

"Oh believe me Eric, I'm not taken. Not sure how you can really appear that way without someone talking to you first though. Whatever happened to a good old pick up line?" She smirked, purposely using his name to see his reaction. It seemed as though he didn't know the woman who's face she was wearing, so it was safe to say this could mess with the man.

She smiled at the offer and took his hand. "I thought you'd never ask." She'd always wanted to say that.