Cece & Timpanii - Near the Mini Bars (A couple hours into the Gala)
Though she was probably in the minority around here, Cece was unashamed to admit she actually liked Halloween. Maybe that had something to do with being a witch and being able to pass as human for such a long time. Maybe it had to do with her longstanding love of horror. Either way, she was a fan. As far as normal human holidays went, it was alright. Certainly beat Christmas. Though Thanksgiving was up there in her book. A whole holiday dedicated to eating? Yes, please.
On the other hand, this whole masquerade thing was not her cup of tea. It was all a little high school prom in her opinion. And the addition of masks did not really make it any more appealing. But her aunt had insisted, and while she liked to pretend her aunt's enthusiasm wasn't infectious, it was. So she'd managed to wrangle a black jumpsuit for the occasion to go with her cat mask, and allowed herself to be dragged along.
But now her aunt was occupied on the dance floor, which meant she was free to do what she did best: skulk on the outskirts and have a couple stiff drinks. "Whiskey sour," she said to the bartender in her trademark sarcastic drawl, "Heavy on the whiskey. And the sour."