Briar had cracked finally, after spending a year avoiding situations where she wouldn't be able to resist stealing and interacting with anyone who would recognize her. It was admirable! Really, she was proud of herself, but she missed dressing up, she missed the con. Not that she didn't live a con every day, sometimes talking to herself in her normal voice and accent to make sure she didn't lose it--but this was a different con, and more challenging one.
That, and she really wanted some shiny things. Some baubles to stare at under the moonlight and the excitement that came with getting away with them. Or maybe she would take them as gifts, it would depend on how the night went. Probably not though, that was a bit of a different con and she wasn't sure if she felt like that sort of mood.
She had dug out her few proper outfits that she hadn't worn since she left home, surprised to find that they still fit. Well, at least for the most part but nothing that couldn't be hidden. Straightened her hair just so she could curl it elegantly and pin it back with a jeweled pin so she wouldn't be stared at dressed as a tavern girl at the upper class jazz club. Damn. Briar had forgotten how exhausting this was.
Now as long as no one was there who had met her before (or at least, knew her beyond 'Clovenning high class') she was going to be fine. A little giggly here, a strong cocktail in her glass (and plague, had she missed those), even wearing gloves to hide her inelegant hands.
But nothing went right when she needed it. It was bad planning, she should have staked it out, something to see who was there that night.
Three or four people to be worried about, and here was one, and not the one most susceptible to subtle tricks either. Clovis's saggy balls. Plague it, she could do this. It was going to be fine. In fact this was good, she had been needing a challenge.
"Belmont." Came her greeting, with proper accent and cadence just like her stepmother's speech. She lounged in the seat with the air of a throne, tipping her glass to him in thanks for the invitation, "Seemed like as good a place as any, for a spell." One of her hands gestured around them, "Enjoying the entertainment, for as long as it stays that way. Who did you piss off to end up here?" Belmont was entirely too pleased sounding to see her, or speak to her for that matter. When a predator looked happy, it didn't normally signal good things for everyone around them. Even other predators.