Will Scarlet (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rouge_rogue) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs, |
Will sauntered off towards the bar to order a cocktail. Funny how this was where he seemed to end up, everyone else finding someplace to go, someone to be with, and he was drinking alone again. Much and Leila were... somewhere, and John and Elaine were either dancing or probably making out furiously in their weird tall and short dynamic.
There was a woman with a similar plan re: cocktails already standing by the bar, sipping on something that smelled very fruity, and he smiled at her as he took his gin and tonic. “Hi. Enjoying the party?”
The woman looked up, and even through the mask, Will could see she was one of the most lovely women he’d ever seen in his life. His smile grew unconsciously, and a small answering smile came from her too. She came a little closer.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This hall?” she asked, and Will had to nod and agree, not taking his eyes off her. “I’m performing later with my sisters. You should see it. It’s not every day that the Muses perform for the crowd.”
“A muse! Well, that explains... you.” He winked at her and sipped his drink, and she twirled a tendril of her hair. They introduced themselves and chatted a while, enjoying the company and talking to someone attractive. The mused edged closer to him, laughing at his jokes, looking up into his eyes. Will was starting to feel extremely flattered by such attention.
But then she froze, looking past him, her eyes going round behind her mask, and with a fleeting, “Oh no! Goodbye!” she turned and hurried away to lose herself in the crowd.
“Hey, wait!” Will called after her, about to take a step in pursuit, but stopping himself and shaking his head. “Ahh dammit.”