Ariel & Amadeus
Ariel had arrived late after a long, internal debate about attending at all. Masquerades weren't really his thing and he certainly wouldn't be doing any networking with the full-coverage mask - at least not as well as he might be without it. Still, he had eventually arrived and made a quiet entrance. He was not the only Kindred hiding their entire face, he noticed, and he likely wouldn't be the last. Good, there would be just a hint less gossip.
Haha, who was he kidding? Considering that shortly after his arrival and acquisition of a drink, he had rather quickly found himself making excuses to be around Amadeus as much as possible. The Harpies were going to have a fucking field day. Who was that man hogging all of the Sheriff's attention? What were those little touches about? Who was under the mask? Who? Who?Who?
It was only a good half-hour into the masquerade that Ariel started complaining. "This fucking mask is sticking to my face. I think it's sweating," he muttered under his breath but refused to take it off. He lifted it just enough to feel a line along his cheek, "Ah, good, it's cutting into my skin. What a fucking cheapass..." he trailed off, grumbling.