As more and more people entered the gym, the party grew and swelled and filled out in a way that pleased Misha to no end. She had been worried that it was too quiet and staid to start but more people, especially these people, would ensure a good time. The range of costumes also had her grinning from ear to ear. She had no idea what she would have done if someone had refused to dress up but, luckily, no one did. On top of that, just about everyone had brought their A-game to the table.

Once more, she reflected on just how incredibly attractive her fellow Chosen were. It borderlined on criminal, really. Misha laughed under here breath to herself. Then she turned to scan the crowd again. There were still people she needed to find and reconnect with; it had been pure luck that put so many of them at the front door when she arrived.

There! Spotting Mercy over beside one of the tables, Misha sauntered her way over, drink in hand. When she reached the other woman, she put her head on Mercy's shoulder. "Meow," she giggled.

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