He Had Danced With A Few People. He Mingled. He Had His Fun. Really. He Didn't Just Spend The Entirety

he had danced with a few people. he mingled. he had his fun. really. he didn't just spend the entirety of the party lounging at one of the many concessions tables stuffing his face with food because it was all delicious and free. (well most all of it)

stuffing a cube of cheese into his mouth, or six, he looked up with cheeks full as someone settled into place beside him and asked him a question. swallowing without chewing, he blinked through the brief discomfort as he turned to face the man. "you've come to the right place. trust me when i say everything here is incredible. i keep coming back. you know, now that i think about it, i wonder if they put something in the food to make it this good or if they just have a really talented kitchen staff here... i don't taste magic though, or smell it, so we should be fine..." he rambled, a bit, with a shrug of his shoulders before gesturing to the wide array of available food.

"the finger sandwiches are surprisingly not dry despite how long they've been out, some have meat and some are strictly vegetarian-- we love options-- the veggies are, well, you should know your vegetables..." he explained with a loose smile as he looked over at the man next to him, "personally i like the sweets the most. the dark chocolate squares with sea salt and caramel on top are so good i'd actually wager that they taste better than sex... oh!" thomas blurted out as he turned to face the stranger fully. "don't try the grey stuff. despite what you might have been told growing up, it is not delicious. at all. just... no."

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Truthfully, the witch felt on edge. He knew he shouldn't, given the fact that he wasn't sure who he could consider a friend or a foe, but he had to dial back. While part of himself wanted to keep a small current of electricity running over his skin so that anyone that dared try to touch him without his consent would be shocked, he also knew that sometimes accidents happen. Still, Xavier kept himself on high alert as he made his way to the concessions table, looking over the variety of food and drink before he shifted his glance to the guy next to him.

"So, you know what's good to eat here?"

Aaron Taylor Johnson with ACQUA DI GIÓ

there was a confident, borderline arrogant sharpness to the smirk nestled in the right corner of holden's mouth as he kept his eyes on the approaching man. he was attractive, every bit a good visual representation of the heretic's type (despite the mask) but holden wasn't the type to make things easy.

he wanted to try and play with his food before he gave in and devoured.

"how do i know that your opinion of yourself isn't unfairly biased?" he challenged, he teased, as he cocked his head to the side. his posturing carried hints of feigned disinterest as he glanced around the room, letting other strangers borrow his attention for seconds just to annoy the man with him; to make him want holden to pay attention to him and him alone.

"you look good, i'll give you that," reaching out, holden breached the other's personal space to adjust and smooth out his tie, patting it against his chest with an almost mocking glint in his eyes as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear; his head angled to keep the horns on his mask from knocking against the man with him. "but like i said, i don't know you. i don't know if you actually are... how did you put it? quite good? why don't you give me a demonstration... get me hard without using your hands. right here, right now..."

"should be easy for you unless you aren't as good as you think you are."

masquerade balls had never been in lysander's life before now, he vaguely remembered his family going to a few when he was a child but he wasn't allowed to go. instead, the siphoner was locked away in the attic where he'd wait until they returned home and secretly try to master his unique gifts.

it took a bit of an adjustment for him at first, it wasn't like other parties that lysander had attended— normally people just drank beer or whatever liqour was provided and danced to whatever music was popular at the time. this was a lot more formal and he couldn't recognize anyone behind the decadent and elaborate masks that everyone seemed to be adorned in.

he'd been sitting alone at a table when he caught the eye of a blonde, his bare torso was visible and lysander had to appreciate the muscles that were on display for everyone. however, he didn't intend to be caught and could have sworn his cheeks were burning a bright crimson right now.

"i, well i was just appreciating the view." he got up, his hand around the rim of his drink as he approached the stranger. "and i don't know you." he retorted, resting his arm against the side of the wall. "i need to prove myself now?" he cocked a brow, though the grin didn't fade. "well for one, i know i'm quite good." he took a step forward. "and you'll see how good i look without a mask on."

"i haven't been a religious man for a long time now but if this night somehow manages to never end i might have to change my stance and start believing again because that sounds like actual hell." he halfheartedly joked with a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. part of him knew being out like this, being here, was good for him but at the same time he could have easily stayed at home without really missing out on anything. with the masks, and anonimity being the driving force of the night it's not like he was really meeting anyone new.

"don't worry, your secret is safe with me tuxedo mask." grabbing the handle from the dresser, christopher unscrewed the cap and dropped it onto the floor at his feet as he took a healthy swig of the tequila.

"that almost sounds poetic. i was hoping walking out of here was enough for people because if they asked i was just going to tell them to mind their own business... but something tells me people don't really do that around here." stepping forward, the man seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally stepping out of his own shoes as well and joining the other on the bed. "i'd say i don't usually get into bed with someone on the first date but that, uh... that isn't exactly true." he teased with a soft laugh and an easy smile as he settled onto the bed; making sure to leave plenty of space between them so it wouldn't feel as if he was trying to crowd the other. "to exploring each other and still being able to walk out of here," christopher teased as he took another sip from the bottle of tequila before holding it out for the other to take.

"it seems like the night is never going to end, so i don't think there's a time limit of how long you can spend in the rooms." for katriel, this did seem never ending. sadly, there was no light at the end of the tunnel until he was back home or at the cemetery in his solace. maybe that was why the joke seemed to have went over his head.

the idea wasn't a bad one. in fact, the banshee thought that it would keep people off of both of their backs and he decided to just go for it. "don't tell anyone i said this, but i like the way that you think." maybe the masks were helping him open up. katriel turned around to closed the door, locking it in the process so they wouldn't be bothered. then he walked over to the bed and set the tray down on the nightstand.

"and if anyone asks what we're doing alone, we can just say we've already used up so much of our energy exploring each other that we needed a break for food and drinks." who said he wasn't crafty? katriel smiled softly as he kicked his shoes off and climbed up on the bed, grabbing the tray again. "and i don't think i should eat all of this by myself if i actually want to have enough energy to walk out of here when all of this is over."

DREW STARKEY as ZACH MACLAREN the other zoey trailer