Reinholdt/Ari/Open - After Party
Ari loved performing generally, the music and the drama and the applause, but sometimes she thought the best part of a show was the curtain on closing night. She took her work seriously - those who were not very familiar with actors likely assumed they spent every night carousing, but she rarely drank when she was in rehearsal for something, and she visited taverns even less frequently. That was probably why the closing curtain held such particular appeal - there was nothing like letting loose after months of being serious.
She had been to parties everywhere, from squalid to opulent, but there was nothing like the Theater District, and the company of other performers. This particular party was on the wild side; someone had struck up a frantic reel, and she spun around the room in the arms of Edwin, laughing and dizzy with wine and triumph. When she was sure that another step would surely lead to an incredibly graceless fall, she pulled away from her partner and collapsed in the nearest chair, quite out of breath with her hand on her temple. Brushing her hair from her forehead - it had escaped despite everything that had been used on it to keep it in place over the course of the play - she realized just who she had landed next to and attempted to pull herself together enough to smile prettily at the guildmaster and say, "Good evening to you, sir; I'm surprised - and honored - that you've chosen to spend your evening with us." To be honest, she hadn't expected to see him all festival, but sometimes he did make appearances, usually in waistcoats that proved that he was a fearless man, indeed. "I hope you enjoyed the performance." It was a safe bet that he had gone, if he was here - a solid two thirds of the attendees had been involved with the play in some way.