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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For all those wondering, Fiona's sack mask makes her look like Deb Morgan. :D

[irish_bombshell]

Fiona had locked her self in her room the night before when she'd first put on her mask. She'd been debating on the merits of putting a sack over her head willingly since she found the thing, but with each passing minute, it had been calling to her.

It didn't help that Michael had disappeared. Not that she couldn't get by without him, she'd done it before when he'd first disappeared from her life, back in Ireland. It didn't mean she had to like it and she really could've used him for some support, especially after she put on the mask and looked in the mirror

Sorry for the late.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Deb rolled her eyes about the creepy threesome action, but she didn't comment on it. Let the woman think whatever her little fucking heart wanted too, Debra Morgan was pretty straight and she certainly wasn't going to break that for having sex with someone in a her mask.

She really wasn't that conceited.

Deb was however, rather amused by the way that her set of balls was mentioned. "Well, I'm glad you approve. Who the fuck are you when you're not borrowing my face?" But her fingers rolled up and down Derek's arms for a moment, in a manner both protective and predatory. She was happy just being here and touching him, even if the idea of getting naked later seemed like a good idea too.

No worries. :D

[irish_bombshell]

Fiona chuckled and shook her head. "Oh sweetie, you act like I wanted this face. I didn't borrow anything. I put on the mask I found, just like everyone else here. It was West who thought something like this would be funny. I'm just trying to make the best of the situation."

Grabbing another drink from the table behind her, she shrugged at them. "Well, I'm bored. You two have fun making out like teenagers," she said, as she turned to walk away, calling over her shoulder, "I'm Fiona by the way. Good to meet you both." She smirked again and continued on.

No worries...not so speedy myself

[derek_morgan]

The sounds of 'Sway' drifted over the ball without a vocal accompaniment. It could've been the original Spanish version or Dean Martin singing, Derek had no idea. He simply led the dance, covertly leading Deb away from continuing to argue with herself.

It was a doubly intoxicating beat with the mask and Deb's touch. The song was naturally seductive and truly didn't need any help. Before reaching the end, Derek ceased the tango-esq movements and kept her mouth occupied intricately enough to put a definitive end to any conversation. With or without herself.

Another song with many covers, Fever, picked up where 'Sway' had left off. Or maybe the music was specific to certain audiences. In actuality, Derek wasn't conscience of the music even as he moved to it.

His hips picked up once their lips slowed down. It was probably the first he had kissed in sync with a dance. The way the night was headed, it seemed like a possible trend that would continue.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Once the woman Fiona, a name that was filed for future reference, left, Deb's attention drifted back to her husband. Fucking funny how she wasn't even putting quotation marks around, not even it in her head anymore. She wasn't hearing or paying attention to the music, just to the sound of her heartbeat.

In the back of her head, a part of her was rather annoyed about the fact that he was shutting her up so fucking effectively with the cunning use of his rather talented tongue. She didn't like that her reaction to the kiss was so immediate; she gave into it, deepened it and gladly followed where it led.

But the night and the mask devoured those thoughts, and her fingers traced over the shoulders of his tux, her touch weaving with the tones of the music. Kissing in tandem with the music, and Deb slowly slid her body against his.

[derek_morgan]

There was no memory of the previous night and the line crossed with someone he considered a close friend. No thought of how he had kept away from Debra Morgan after the worst fight he had with a woman...ever. Memories of his attempts to protect her thrown back violently in his face not even a passing thought. All that ran through his mind was what he wanted to do to her in that moment.

Derek didn't even remember the clone who he had greeted with a searing kiss. On the dance floor, he was beginning to forget the dancing as her body melded into his. A couple of horny teenagers was an apt description. They hardly came up for air. He opted to lavish her neck with kisses when oxygen ran low. "Let's get out of here, Baby. What I'm hungry for ain't on a menu here." His voice was guttural which gave his close to baritone pitch a growl.