Event Open Masquerade Ball 2018

Robert's part of the music died down and a different song began. One that didn't need him on his cello. It was time for a break. He stood up and glided effortlessly between the crowds. If he had to sit for any longer he'd have put his bow down the throat of that hack clarinet player three seats down. Maybe then he'd stop missing his notes. Robert grinned just a bit at that thought, chewing gently on his lip to hide the gesture.

He stopped and grabbed a glass of water, checking his pocket watch. It was a custom job that kept time on the phases of the moon as well. The new moon was only a week out and he was starting to feel it. Everyone here smelled delicious.

Looking around, he tried to see if there was anyone he could speak to before he had to get back to his seat. Because otherwise this break was going to be excruciating.

Ireneus was running extra late. He'd managed to secure an earlier shift so he'd have his evening free to attend the Ball but then he'd had to stay late dealing with a call and piles of paperwork. There was only so fast he could fly back from the hospital to his condo to get changed afterwards.

He'd dressed up in a very nice black tuxedo with gold designs and trim on it. That, along with his gold and black mask he was wearing, had been part of his rotation of costumes for a few years now. He didn't really care to keep his identity hidden, but dressing the part for the Ball was half the fun.

Asku had reluctantly agreed to spend a few hours away from him so he wasn't perched on his shoulder as Irene entered the ballroom and moved to get a drink as he surveyed the room. It was quite a busy evening. Clearly the event had been going well so far. Perhaps he could still manage to get a dance in or at least talk to someone to blow off some steam before it was time to call it a night.

Irene's golden-blonde hair matched the trim on his outfit quite well. It wasn't exactly an accident though, as he'd had plenty of time to develop certain habits for flashy events such as these. Normally he would have preferred more oranges and red with his golds rather than the black but it was Samhain and black fit rather well with the decor and the theme.

As he stood there with his drink a woman in a beautiful flowing blue dress and gold and blue mask approached. It looked like she had decided to match her hair color with her outfit as well, seeing as it was a rich blue as well. He lowered his drink and smiled back at her. "Of course. I wouldn't dream of insulting your honor and denying you a dance," he replied as he gave a small bow to accentuate his words. His accent had long ago mixed too many times to be distinguished as being from anywhere in particular but whatever it ended up as, there was a hint of it.

"After all, why come to a Ball at all if you don't plan to dance with wonderfully dressed women? Or men either for that matter," he chuckled as he brought his glass up to take another sip. He was in a great mood despite having been tied up at work. The balls were always fun, and dancing.... well that was why he was there in the first place. Of course having been alive when the various dances on display that night had been invented meant he was rather well prepared for it too. If only he had kept some of the authentic attire over the years. Now that would have made for an excellent costume for the night. Shame.

@EmiRose