Marcella and Much, early in the night
Marian might have let it slip that she thought they were all mad going to another party thrown by a goddess, a fact that Much was resolutely ignoring. Will seemed to think Hecate was alright, and Little John was definitely going, and Much wasn't about to let Will and Little John go to a party without him, so he and Leila were going too. He was kinda excited, going out to a party with Leila; now that her cover was blown with Guy there was no need to try and keep it quiet that she was one of the Merry Men, and Much really hoped that he coming along tonight would make her feel more like one of the gang.
Besides, Marcie was going too, and it would be a chance to check in with her (maybe, check up on her) and see how she was going, post-Sheriff. He was still a little worried about her moving in with Aphrodite, who'd been nice but...
Y'know. Greek.
Still, there were a whole heap of differences between this party and Peitho's. There was a puppy holding court in the entrance hall as they stepped in, for one. For another: there were a whole bunch of mortals attending. Not long into the night Much and Leila wound up with a group of them in the chocolate room - one of the mortals had been doing magic tricks and Much, one pint of cider in and excited to show off his own sleight of hand talents - had grabbed Leila's hand and pulled her in. The magic-off descended into an animated game of cards around one of the low tables and a conversation about games, and Much had announced "We need to play Snapdragon! Oh man, oh man, it was the game back in Victorian times. We need brandy and we need fire. And Will! Can't play Snapdragon without Will, wait wait wait wait," he said to everyone in the group. He was perhaps a little over-excited.
One of the mortal girls said she could get brandy from the hotel bar, and there were a million candles about - that took care of the fire. "I'll get Will," Much said, and kissed Leila decisively on the forehead and took off.
His vision wasn't super great through the fox mask that Fairy Tales had insisted he wear. The black eye wasn't helping, but at least the mask covered that up. Much kinda liked the feeling, though (of the mask, not the black eye) it made him feel sneaky. There were a lot of people here dressed fancy, but not enough of them, in Much's opinion, were embracing the sneakiness that came with the mask. He felt like he could see everyone but no one could really see him. Maybe the cider was a little stronger than he expected, or maybe he was just in a really great mood.
He stuck his foxy little head round the double wide doorway to the ball room and gaped, the light and shadows playing tricks with his eyes. It took him a moment to adjust - and even then, he wasn't sure he had adjusted - but then he grinned hard when he spotted Little John and Fairy Tales dancing, and couldn't see Will but - Marcie! His grin turned into one of relief as he ducked through the ball dresses and round a table to appear at her elbow. "I barely recognised you!" he said, in greeting. "You're so pink!"
Much wasn't dressed nearly so fancy as most of the people here; the mask was the most elaborate part of his outfit. He'd found a nice green shirt that bought out the russet of the mask, although he had already rolled the sleeves up his forearms, and Will had needed to have very serious words with him about not wearing jeans to a ball. Not even the ones he'd actually bought new.