Disaster Bash, Costume Masque.
By now, it was routine.
First, send the parents away for the weekend. Riley used to suggest nice trips; wine tasting, tropical weekends, a skiing in Switzerland. Now, a simple, "Leave, I'm having a party," sufficed. That was the hardest part, the rest was easy. Hide the breakables. Lock the rooms with weapons or other dangerous objects. Charm the manor to play music. Leave alcohol everywhere. Hide embarrassing childhood portraits. Set out food for people with the munchies.
The only thing that was left was to set out the masks. All over the manor, Riley would leave beautiful, handcrafted masks of every color and shape. It added anonymity to the party, and Riley knew just how much of a difference that could make. When given the chance to be someone else-- just for one night --thing always became interesting.
In the great room of the manor, Riley sat atop a throne dressed as a dark and dangerous prince. He wore a dark, billowy tunic and leather boots that pulled up past his knees. Strapped to his hip was a silver sword, icy blue gems glittering in the hilt that oddly resembled the cold color of his eyes. The mask on his face was the same silvery pale as the sword. It shone in the dim light of the great room.
All there was left to do was wait.
First, send the parents away for the weekend. Riley used to suggest nice trips; wine tasting, tropical weekends, a skiing in Switzerland. Now, a simple, "Leave, I'm having a party," sufficed. That was the hardest part, the rest was easy. Hide the breakables. Lock the rooms with weapons or other dangerous objects. Charm the manor to play music. Leave alcohol everywhere. Hide embarrassing childhood portraits. Set out food for people with the munchies.
The only thing that was left was to set out the masks. All over the manor, Riley would leave beautiful, handcrafted masks of every color and shape. It added anonymity to the party, and Riley knew just how much of a difference that could make. When given the chance to be someone else-- just for one night --thing always became interesting.
In the great room of the manor, Riley sat atop a throne dressed as a dark and dangerous prince. He wore a dark, billowy tunic and leather boots that pulled up past his knees. Strapped to his hip was a silver sword, icy blue gems glittering in the hilt that oddly resembled the cold color of his eyes. The mask on his face was the same silvery pale as the sword. It shone in the dim light of the great room.
All there was left to do was wait.