O & Dominik
"Dreadfully depressing," reminded him of home, Dominik mused, his upper lip quirking as O passed him by. He was tired of the cat and mouse game he played with Red tonight, he hadn't been able to find the other man and he'd simply stopped trying in this crowd. He was not a people person, or at least a living people person. A few shambling undead would liven up the party, but the young man couldn't be bothered for such festivities. "Are you planning your escape, sparrow? The cat won't retract its claws so easily."
An accidental death. A plague. Poison. All good party favors, but Dominik had zero plans up his sleeve. He moved out into the light to show her he meant no harm, he was just as flighty as she was- if not more. But home was less desirable when Magda was there with a bottle of the finest brandy and a cloud of cigarette smoke. They were doing a ritual in the garden that involved little to cover the body and Dominik didn't particularly want to see his aunt's sagging baggage. So he came here instead. It marginally more entertaining.
The impression he got from the girl was panic. He could only guess that she had some issue with crowds and he could commiserate if he had an apologetic bone in his body. He watched her with that cool indifference behind the ram's head mask, looking very much like the devil in disguise. Perfect, deadly and sophisticated.
The witch put out a gloved hand, "Would you care for a dance outside of the sea of bodies?"