Post by Taylor McCarthy on Feb 22, 2017 22:03:22 GMT
Dressing up, masks and any other sort of classy shit just wasn't really Taylor's thing. He'd heard about the masquerade party, just as he did most parties that were being thrown in the general area and, at first, had little interest in making an appearance. He figured it would mostly be a bunch of high class, stuffy pricks and people who wanted to act like high class, stuffy pricks walking around in stupid masks doing high class, stuffy prick things all night. Not exactly the kind of environment that cried out for the inclusion of a somewhat dense, temperamental Irish dude who spent more time drinking than he did studying for class.
That was, of course, until the party Taylor wanted to go to was cancelled and he found himself without anything to do for the night.
With little desire to mess with the whole 'mask required for entry' bit, Taylor made his way to the large, sprawling manor clad in jeans, a white t-shirt and a jacket to protect him from the harsh Montana winter. He considered picking up a cheap, glow in the dark hockey mask from a store in town before going but cast that idea aside. He wasn't going to deal with any mask nonsense tonight. Still, there was someone watching the door and enforcing the rules making Taylor's entrance into the manor a tricky case.
A quick walk around the manor solved that problem.
A few deft, swift motions propelled Taylor up the side of Bellefonte manor where his mutant abilities made quick work of the climb into an open second story window. He slipped in through the narrow opening and tumbled to the tile floor of a bathroom. The door opened just as Taylor landed. A girl glad in a mask and a long, glittering gown paused while he got to his feet and dusted off his weathered jeans. "Oh. Hey." He said, giving the girl a nod and a grin that sent her backing out and closing the door.
And undeterred Taylor quickly followed and stepped out into the hall. He paused long enough to get a decent enough look at the girl's dress from behind while she walked further down to another bathroom before he turned and made his way downstairs. Like a deer in headlights he paused just as he reached the ground floor where the party had already been underway for quite some time. Just as he thought. High class, stuffy pricks. He'd doubted he knew anyone in attendance, save for maybe one but he wasn't sure if she would bother to make an appearance so he instantly headed for what was sure to be the highlight of the evening: The open bar.
After a gathering a handful of drinks and downing them one after another, Taylor set out, a glass in each hand. He didn't even know what was in them, but that hardly mattered at this point. He was determined to enjoy tonight even if he had to get so drunk he didn't remember it. "Oh. Hey." He said suddenly, stopping in his tracks. He'd recognize that hair (even if it was a new style) and skin tone (along with... other traits he wasn't going to so rudely point out) anywhere. "Yeah, uh... drink?" He handed over one of the glasses to Erika Bellefonte before she could answer. "I tried not to overdo it." He said, pausing as he looked out over the well dressed crowd. "But I'll be damned if I could let a chance to dress up pass me by."
That was, of course, until the party Taylor wanted to go to was cancelled and he found himself without anything to do for the night.
With little desire to mess with the whole 'mask required for entry' bit, Taylor made his way to the large, sprawling manor clad in jeans, a white t-shirt and a jacket to protect him from the harsh Montana winter. He considered picking up a cheap, glow in the dark hockey mask from a store in town before going but cast that idea aside. He wasn't going to deal with any mask nonsense tonight. Still, there was someone watching the door and enforcing the rules making Taylor's entrance into the manor a tricky case.
A quick walk around the manor solved that problem.
A few deft, swift motions propelled Taylor up the side of Bellefonte manor where his mutant abilities made quick work of the climb into an open second story window. He slipped in through the narrow opening and tumbled to the tile floor of a bathroom. The door opened just as Taylor landed. A girl glad in a mask and a long, glittering gown paused while he got to his feet and dusted off his weathered jeans. "Oh. Hey." He said, giving the girl a nod and a grin that sent her backing out and closing the door.
And undeterred Taylor quickly followed and stepped out into the hall. He paused long enough to get a decent enough look at the girl's dress from behind while she walked further down to another bathroom before he turned and made his way downstairs. Like a deer in headlights he paused just as he reached the ground floor where the party had already been underway for quite some time. Just as he thought. High class, stuffy pricks. He'd doubted he knew anyone in attendance, save for maybe one but he wasn't sure if she would bother to make an appearance so he instantly headed for what was sure to be the highlight of the evening: The open bar.
After a gathering a handful of drinks and downing them one after another, Taylor set out, a glass in each hand. He didn't even know what was in them, but that hardly mattered at this point. He was determined to enjoy tonight even if he had to get so drunk he didn't remember it. "Oh. Hey." He said suddenly, stopping in his tracks. He'd recognize that hair (even if it was a new style) and skin tone (along with... other traits he wasn't going to so rudely point out) anywhere. "Yeah, uh... drink?" He handed over one of the glasses to Erika Bellefonte before she could answer. "I tried not to overdo it." He said, pausing as he looked out over the well dressed crowd. "But I'll be damned if I could let a chance to dress up pass me by."