[center][h3][color=a2d39c]Sabine[/color][/h3][/center]

[center][i]Dec 31, 8:37 PM, Jonai's B&W Ball[/i][/center]

	Sabine's entry into the ball was a quiet, unaccompanied procession.  Clad in the fabric of silky night, the young lady made her already-meek presence almost nonexistent as she slunk around the circumference of the room.  In the penumbra of a dazzling celebration, she had ghosted her past pairings and groupings of people alien to her eyes.  By the way of their attire and change of hairstyle, she wouldn't have recognized anyone in the dim lighting without taking off their masks first.  [url=http://www.luxuryevening.com/mpic/BD9369.jpg]Likewise[/url] [url=https://ufimart.com.au/costumes/images/masks/ufi/u132_masquerade_mask_2.jpg]for[/url] [url=http://hairextensions-usa.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/loose-waves.jpg]her[/url], she was no exception.  Her hair, usually straight and silky smooth like a stream, had been curled to frame her face in a mane of rich oaken locks.  She still wore something comfortable, but in its own way, the dress she had on in particular also served to relieve her of her the burden of a little extra cloth on her skin, giving in turn all who laid eyes on her the burden of seeing all of her backside and navel.  Old memories of a long-lost life resurfaced in her mind : the expensive parties, the varieties of poisons the bartenders would hand out without objection, and...the beds.
	Lingering scents, elation heightened into ecstasy, names, numbers; all of those were produced in the bar.  Her life, in the span of a party, almost always started in bars.  Removing that first layer of temperance took a strong drink and a companion, and though both could be found aplenty in the dance floor, Sabine had been working in Tiny Snowflake all through Christmas.  She wasn't going to be in the mood to get her legs swept up if she was still aching from those killer 12-hour shifts.  When she was buzzed, Sabine found ignoring pain much easier.
	As she took a seat, she ordered a chilled glass of Cabernet Franc.  When she was younger, ice wines weren't as popular as they were today.  Paradoxical to the much more common wines at the time, ice wines were preferred to be drunk within the first few years of fermentation, so as to retain the aroma and taste.  This bottle, Sabine soon realized, was found to be satisfactory.  The scent of fresh apples wafted up her nose as she breathed out and contemplated what she wanted to do for the night.  To be frank, she hadn't been partying in such a setting for quite a while.  Was she to remain composed and witty tonight, or could she just...take initiative and just have fun?

	Screw it, she needed the latter, and it looked like the two men were on their way to a drinking competition.

	With one last sip, she finished off her glass of ice wine, and whistled over at the pair.

	[color=a2d39c]"Mind if I make a crowd with the two of you tonight?"[/color]

[@BeastofDestiny][@Takashi]