Who: Halloweenies (that's you).
What: A fabulous masquerade ball.
When: Monday, October 31st (that's Halloween). The deep, dark hours of the night (that's like eight PM onward).
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ON HALLOWEEN
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It was a dark and stormy night… )
Her next words caused his eyebrows to lift. Ah. Yes. He knew who she was now. She had been the only one to tell him that, too. As though she didn't trust him. But she didn't even know him, which was an excellent reason to think him more than a little suspicious. If only she knew. He had no way to tell her unless he wrote it out or had Angelus do so for him. The latter suffered a missing variable, however. There was no Angelus.
His hand extended again and very carefully, he flicked at the edge of her mask, the slightest bit amused by her words, by her reminder. Then he motioned back to himself confidently. (Perhaps a part of him was arrogant. No. A lot of him was. And he probably would have boasted about that as well.)
Me? I've been perfectly behaved. Unlike you, Lady Aran.
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A very effective mask, which Caim had deliberately not removed.
In a way she was almost disappointed, but didn't show it, or even flinch. If anything she might of flashed him a fleeting smirk. She would walk away from this game; stepping slowly backwards to turn on her heel and fade into the crowd, no favors to give for him. But, this was probably the closest equivalent to a fun evening with a stranger that she could get, and wondered if he thought the same.
They could dance again another day.
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