Wendy & Sasha & Open
Sasha had never been to a party before. He had turned up a little later than the time on the invite, just to make sure that this wasn't some kind of trick or trap. James seemed polite, but they'd barely said more than hello; why was a rich vampire he didn't know inviting him to a birthday party? And why was he so willing to serve up Sasha's favourite food, just for him? People rarely threw away money, even if they could. The vampire had to want something in return.
The only problem was that Sasha couldn't figure out what James might want from him. Valentin had said that the school served animal blood to vampires, and a new student with no family wouldn't be missed. But there were too many people here; if James had wanted to turn him into a vampire feast then he could have arranged something private, without any witnesses.
Many people at the party were dressed up. Sasha didn't own anything fancy, so other than making his eye makeup a little more dramatic, he didn't look that different from his day to day. He'd chosen to wear his Ugg boots, because they were his favourites. Nearly new, he'd had to knock out an older girl's teeth just to get his hands on them, but they were so comfy and cosy and warm, it had definitely been worth it. The party itself was...well, Sasha wasn't really sure he liked parties if this one was anything to go by. Other than lots of people talking over each other and dancing to music you'd never be able to use for DDR, not very much seemed to happen. Still, he'd found thirty dollars sitting in the pocket of a jacket slung over a chair, so that was good. And the food, Sasha had enjoyed that. James had hired a Korean chef just like he'd said he would, and Sasha had eaten more than his fair share of everything. The galbi was cooked to perfection and the banchan dishes he'd requested were delicious.
Getting a little bored, Sasha had decided to have a little mooch around; with any luck, he'd find more money just waiting to be plucked from the recesses of unattended clothing. Before Sasha managed to hunt down any more pockets to pilfer from, he spotted Wendy from across the room.
Wendy was in a couple of his classes, his year and also his house, so Sasha saw quite a bit of the boy in passing. His face never really changed, almost like he was some kind of moving statue or a robot; something that existed, but didn't really feel like a person. It was strange, but not completely off-putting. Wendy had also declared them allies, but Sasha didn't really know what that would entail. Still, he had more of a link with the white haired boy than most of the people in the room. Carrying a glass of coke in hand, Sasha made his way over to Wendy. "Hello. What are you doing?"