Ginger King

Five

 I have never in my life been to masquerade, nor have I ever been invited to an event so exclusive. What was there to expect besides drinking and probably some woman tripping in their heels. After getting home from my date with Oliver I realized I was almost bored, but he is a reliable man and would offer a sense of security, maybe I'll get this thing going with him to see where it goes. 

 I'm sure what a Venice Masquerade is supposed to look like or what I'm even supposed to wear. I'd imagine a corset and maybe a hoop skirt would be ideal to wear. If costumes were mandatory then I'll oblige. 

  Jane and I decided to go shopping and figure out this mess together. Living in Manhattan has a few perks and one of those perks being everything is in our hands and all we must do is go out and grab it. 

  "What color scheme were you thinking"? I asked Jane. 

  "Maybe something red and gold. I'm not sure what they were in Venice or if we should even get the costume." Jane said.  As we were walking I saw a shop called "Basic Intimates", the store seemed small but still bigger than my beloved book store. This should be an adventure.

  After many hours of shopping and possibly spending too much money, we got everything we needed.  Jane did in fact decide to go with the colors red and gold. I went for something less intense and went with light blue and white.  We had a few hours before the event.  

 "Juliet, will you please tie up this corset? I need to look like my waist is non-existent." When it comes to Juliet she will go to any extreme to look her best even if that makes breathing an option.  She does look stunning and so do I. The only thing I know facial-wise when it comes to this event is panting your face completely white if you're wearing half a mask. My mask is half a mask. "Jane, should I paint a beauty mark on my face?" 

 When I asked her she said "You sure anyone will be looking at your face?" as she said that she looked to the extreme cleavage that was created by this corset. I gasped and threw the nearest pillow at her.  

  I'm not sure what tonight entails, but I can make a few assumptions. Besides that our faces were painted purely white and of course there were masks on our faces that are bigger than our heads. You can't tell what lager the hair or the mask. "Ready to see the redhead," Jane asked me. 

  I don't know enough about him to even think about him and on top of that, we've only had one conversation. "It wasn't on my mind. What is on my mind though is how heavy our hair is going to become later." 

  Jane laughed at my side comment and said we should get going. We ended up getting in a cab and made our way to the club. It was warm tonight, but there was still a breeze that helped you not sweat. Jane was getting nasty as usual from her excitement she was going on about how excited she was and how she was hoping to remember this night forever. It was a dramatic statement, but I understand where she's coming from. "I think we'll have a good time. We always have fun together." She agreed and then we were at our destination. 

 Jane did the usual password entry and we entered into the dark velvet hallway. I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to the vibrating floors or walls. It feels like pure adrenaline, your body starts to imitate the vibrations and now your body matches it. Suddenly the feeling all forms to one, I suppose this will always be my favorite part. 

When we entered the room I saw the most peculiar things. There were pink wigs, blue skin, and glitter everywhere. I saw wigs that had tangible objects in them and I think I just saw a tiger. I looked to my side and Jane has already disappeared as I had expected. I decided to make my way down the stairs and so far I have seen no sight of red hair. I saw in the corner of the room was V.I.P. there I was three men. I saw one man with short black hair and he was in a deep royal blue suit. The suit fit the occasion it was Italian and I could tell just by looking at it. Next to him, I saw a blonde man who was in an emerald green suit, and it looks good on him. The third man also had black hair, but his suit was also black. He looked dark and not like he wanted to be here maybe he looked awkward. A modern-day Darcy is what I'll call him. 

 As I'm walking to the bar I suddenly feel a hand on my waist. Looking to my side I saw the infamous fire hair. "Can I help you, James?", his name felt bitter in my mouth as I said it. "I believe there is something you can help me with." I was now intrigued by whatever it was that he wanted. 

 I looked at him and he smiled. His costume made him unrecognizable except for the obvious feature peaking from behind the mask. 

 "Will you come and sit with me?"

 I had expected something else like help him raid the liquor bar or go dancing, but sitting works too. "Um, yeah, we can go sit." It felt awkward, but who knows what'll happen. We made our way to the V.I.P which had those three men I had noticed earlier. As we get closer I notice they all had different accents and were laughing at something the emerald green man had said. 

    I'm not sure what's gonna happen, but what I do know is this will be interesting.