09-14-2018, 11:25 PM
She hadn’t made it very far into the gathering when the music turns a bit more wicked. It makes her pause with a mild look of questioning pressing into her features, and she turns to meet the eyes of a woman adorned in emerald across the way. The woman nods in the direction of the DJ, Breckin follows the gesture towards the disc jockey who nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as if it wasn’t his fault for the sudden ear blasting assault. Dropping her gaze back to the green gowned woman, who stands somewhat more rigid as if awaiting orders, she shakes her head subtly in dissent. She’d been expecting the party to turn more frat party/music festival at some point, but this early on? Not so much. Tossing her head back and draining the last of her poison, she presses on into the crowd.
What the fuck ever. As long as it didn’t cause people to leave early, she couldn’t find the want to care. And still, she can’t control the entertained smile that creeps its way back to her ruby mouth.
Each step she took brought her into the personal space of another stranger, saying hello and pressing false niceties into eagerly awaiting ears. Again, the means to care about such things were becoming tiresomely fleeting. And the weight of the growing number of bodies was baring down on her nerves—she’d have to find a minor reprieve soon to re-center herself. Give it time, she reminded herself, the heavier handed the drinking became and the older the night grew, it was highly likely the party-goers would eventually forget about their hostess and branch off to do God knows what. It would take some lacking patience., but she didn’t doubt sometime soon she’d be able to wither back into some privacy. For now she would just have to suffer and keep up false pretenses for the majority.
”You make it look so damn easy,” she says silkily to the duo so easily finding the rhythm of the music that moves them. She’d been about to walk past them when the gent’s unique mask struck a chord of her curiosity. There’s an obvious amusement held in her dark eyes as she shifts her attention from the impeccably dressed beauty in his arms and back up towards his concealed face. The obstructed lines of a tattoo just visible above his neckline catch her lingering gaze before she is able to refocus on the gold of his mask. ”A bit unconventional, don’t you think?” she questions in regards to his choice of head gear, as her smile grows cheekier with each ticking second.
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What the fuck ever. As long as it didn’t cause people to leave early, she couldn’t find the want to care. And still, she can’t control the entertained smile that creeps its way back to her ruby mouth.
Each step she took brought her into the personal space of another stranger, saying hello and pressing false niceties into eagerly awaiting ears. Again, the means to care about such things were becoming tiresomely fleeting. And the weight of the growing number of bodies was baring down on her nerves—she’d have to find a minor reprieve soon to re-center herself. Give it time, she reminded herself, the heavier handed the drinking became and the older the night grew, it was highly likely the party-goers would eventually forget about their hostess and branch off to do God knows what. It would take some lacking patience., but she didn’t doubt sometime soon she’d be able to wither back into some privacy. For now she would just have to suffer and keep up false pretenses for the majority.
”You make it look so damn easy,” she says silkily to the duo so easily finding the rhythm of the music that moves them. She’d been about to walk past them when the gent’s unique mask struck a chord of her curiosity. There’s an obvious amusement held in her dark eyes as she shifts her attention from the impeccably dressed beauty in his arms and back up towards his concealed face. The obstructed lines of a tattoo just visible above his neckline catch her lingering gaze before she is able to refocus on the gold of his mask. ”A bit unconventional, don’t you think?” she questions in regards to his choice of head gear, as her smile grows cheekier with each ticking second.
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