Simon tried to keep his boredom hidden away. "[color=00a651]Hello. Welcome to the Wilcock's twelfth annual masquerade party.[/color]" He droned on, before noticing that there was actually someone his age. He smiled. "[color=00a651]I'm Simon. Arthur Wilcock's son. Enjoy the party.[/color]" He tried to keep his smile from reaching creepy proportions. [i]Maybe this party won't be so bad after all.[/i] Just as he thought it, a man strode past him. Simon shrugged, and looked at his watch. "[color=00a651]Time to enter the party.[/color]" It was 9:15, meaning everybody else was either coming later or just a bit late. 
	As Simon stepped into the threshold, music, food, and laughter greeted him. He pushed past most and walked to the large banister. Instead of his father organizing the party, Simon had, and he was pretty proud. Once he reached the top of the banner, he tapped on the microphone placed there. As all turned to him, he swallowed hard. "[color=00a651]Welcome to the Wilcock's annual masquerade party. Just a reminder, but this party will go until six o'clock in the morning. Have fun, everybody![/color]" A cheer could be heard as everyone went back to their drinking. Simon walked down the banister and leaned against the wall near the punch.

[@Nikki Moonlight][@choraki]