Watching the Night

[CHECOTAH RAE]

As much as Cotah would love to be out on the dance floor having fun, he was stuck behind the bar catering to peoples whims. It was not all bad though. He got to watch the whole dance floor from his his postion. The small movements of the gentlemens hands to rest just slightly above the ladies prostier, the five second facial expression after two people done conversing, and who was behind what mask. No he did not know all fo the people there, maybe only a few, but it was nice to complete the face. A women stepped into his view a women who he had previously served three times, and a women mayors wife. She would want another midori sour, he could already see the slight stumble in her step, and wondered how the mayor would react to the man who inadvertently got his wife drunk. Cotah knew he would have to cut her off at some point but he porblly ignore that little rule and continue to serve her. After all its not a party tills omens flat on there ass in a puddle of puke.

He smiled at her and started to mix her drink just as she asked for the sour. He pulled the tumbler from the ice bath and grabbed the whiskey and midoir from under the bar, having kept them to the front. This time however instead of looking away while he worked she decided to be a nice and strike up a conversation. "Why do you have to wear a mask? Your...Your not dancing." He poured two ounces of each poison into the tumbler over ice and talked while he worked. "Well mam' its a masquerade." He gave a little chuckle and poured a splash of sprite into the tumbler and shook it after he twisted on a topper. "If I did not were a mask it would ruin the whole theme. " He twisted off the top half of the tumbler and placed the strainer on top, pouring the mix in to a cocktail glass. "Just because I'm working does not mean people will ignore my face." He then grabbed two cherries and twisted the stems together and placed them lightly into the glass, sliding it to her.

She thought it over and agreed with him, the facial expression threatening to send him into a fit of giggles. But he held still and and wiped down the counter. "I see...You know I really hate these parties, my husband...the mayor... drags me to them all the time against my will" She nodded and took a sip of her drink thinking it over "Perfect....but yes... against my will. I'm missing my shows you know" Cotah nodded and rolled his eyes at the same time, listing to the mayors wife going on about Grey Anatomy and Love in the wild. Someone save me please... He thought loudly hoping by some miracle someone would hear his cry.

[zanedaggett]

Noah was late. Noah was habitually late. If the boy wasn't so damn cute Zane might consider throwing a fit for his boyfriend taking forever, but he was in a decent mood, so he decided he would let it go. Plus there were plenty of sexy man to ogle while he waited. Zane had never been to the masquerade before. He wasn't technically old enough to even be there, but Noah had scored them tickets, and he had his fake ID so it was simply a win for him.

Zane loved to dress up. He loved seeing others dressed up. He loved costumes! Sure, the people at the masquerade weren't in costumes but the mystery of their identities was exciting to the boy. He didn't think anyone would recognize him considering he was wearing a mask, but he definitely stood out in the crowd. His blazer was certainly one to be noticed; white splashed with color. His Osiris sneakers matched the ensemble, and though he got a funny look when he entered, he was well within the dress code. He may have looked a little on the flamboyant side, but he was well put together despite looking his age.

Zane pulled out his iphone and checked the time, as well as for messages. Nothing, and it was getting later. People were already drunk, and it was pretty crowded. "Dammit, Noah.." He grumbled under his breath as he decided to go get a drink. As Zane approached the bar he noticed the bartender had a nice physique and a mop of sexy, messy hair. He grinned mischievously as he walked closer, but the closer he got, the more he realized there was something very familiar about the young man.

Cotah. It was unmistakably his boyfriends ex. Zane was in too good a mood to be dampened by the boys existence. Besides, he was behind the bar which meant he not only couldn't cause trouble, but was also at his beck and call. He leaned on the counter next to an obviously drunk woman and smiled politely at her before strumming his fingers on the bar top. "Oh, bartender?" He called out sweetly. "I'll have whatever this lovely woman is having." He smirked at Checotah, knowing he knew who he was. "You're looking surprisingly dashing this evening." He complimented with dry, playful humor. "Shame you're stuck behind the bar all night." It was a taunt, really. Zane was glad he was too preoccupied to get in the way of his dancing with Noah. If Noah ever even arrived!

[BAA]

The masked man blended in well with the crowd, clad in a black on black suit with a plain gold venetian mask that elongated in the nose and hooking under giving the appearance of a beak. The mask made it nearly impossible to detect who this man was making him all the more mysterious. He moved through the crowd of the dance floor, along the sidelines and any other possible space he could get to so he could watch, follow all the attendees with his dark eyes.

When the timing felt right, when he was certain he watched everyone for as long as he should he moved through the crowd once more. He'd go up to someone and slip an invitation in their hand before moving on to the next person. The mysterious man went around and did this six times to six different people. He never spoke a word, never looked at any of them. He just handed them the invite and then moved on, back into the crowd and disappearing not to be seen again that night.

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The following characters were given an invitation:

Checotah, Zane, Brandon, Liam, Claire, Flynn

These characters may write out how they received their invitation from the masked man. i.e. he bumped into you and slipped it in your pocket, or he simply handed it to you and walked away. No conversation or eye contact.