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Ciel quickly drank her punch and set her cup down. She was about to try to tell the brown haired boy he should stop throwing ice cube when his target, an angry looking boy with black and neon green hair, stomped over. "Oh no." She said softly to herself. She wanted to stop this obvious fight in progress before anyone got thrown out.

"Guys come on, lets not fight. This supposed to be a dance, everyone should be having fun not getting mad at each other. I'm sorry he threw ice at you." She said to the black and green haired boy. She had stepped in between them.

"I'm sure he didn't mean any offense though. Just a joke taken to far, right?" She said hopefully looking at the first boy.

"Come on this is a good song, lets go dance and just forget this happened." She said with a smile hoping to at least pull one of them away before it got ugly.

The second the other boy stopped in his tracks, Ilian's eyes lit up in amusement and a grin crossed his face. Oh, so this guy obviously didn't like being there and was too keyed up to have any sense of humor. It was t as though he'd thrown the ice with the intention of hurting him. His aim wasn't all that great either. But the closer the other teen stomped towards him, the wider his grin grew.

There was a moment where he was confused about the boy's comment, and Ilian let out a small laugh, clearly loving the overreaction. "Not at all. Why, are you uncomfortable about how you look? Do people make fun of you? Why do you care about what they think?" he wondered, glancing over to Lovely and then to the nameless girl whom were both trying to diffuse the situation.

"You shouldn't have to apologize for me. Instead of immediately thinking I was trying to make fun of him, maybe he should have thought I was just trying to get his attention," he explained, before turning back to the angry young man who was now crowding his personal space. It was pretty clear that Ilian did not care, and his grin widened once more. "Maybe I just wanted to ask if you'd like to dance with me."

Hannah Carrington

It had been five months since Hannah had last attended a big event like this one and since history had a tendency of repeating itself, she wasn't exactly too thrilled to be here. As far as she was concerned, anyone who past by that she didn't know could be a Negaverse agent looking to re-enact the Masquerade event which was held at the Umbrae Hotel. Even now that she had her pen back, she would be thinking twice before powering up in the event all hell broke loose and they found themselves in another emergency.

Nearly two months had passed since she last saw Delilah, and for whatever reason she didn't feel the undeniable urge to call or text her that she normally had. Given the circumstances this was to be expected though wasn't it? Perhaps, but it didn't mean she had to like it. With finals a month away and the fashion show happening at nearly the same time, her sister was busier now more than ever.

Hannah’s eyes drifted downward to where her hands rested in her lap. Soft blue flowing fabric rested beneath her fingertips, cascading over the lip of the seat she was sitting on. Ankles crossed beneath her like a lady she looked out across the crowded.

Blue eyes, the color of tropic waters, scanned the tops of everyone's heads for her cousin Liam. Out of the two cousins she had on her mother's side, he was the one she was closest to. Which is why, in order to get Hannah out of the house, her parents had asked him if he would go with her; more so to keep an eye out but also to help her relax a bit and hopefully have fun.

As Aiden nodded his head he followed the direction the other indicated and he paused for a moment. The first seemed familiar but from where? Something told him that the individual was taller than before but was unsure if that was all that had changed. The other he knew well and that brought a smile to his features. “The first I can’t remember, though it feels like I should. It’s been a while.” And a lot had changed, at least that was what it felt like.

“The other one is Paris. She’s been teaching me French.” Not something which had come up, no reason for it to, but it had a place now. “She’s nice, I met her when I was working at a plant nursery.” He didn’t mention Paris having been male but having been dressed as a female then, and surprising him, nor that Paris was now a female (at least mostly); there was no reason to.

Taking the offered drink with a smile, and a softly spoken ‘thank you’ he opened the can and took a sip before offering to Aiden; willing to share his drink. “Do you want to go over and meet Paris?” He questioned after a moment.

"Ok come on this is stupid. You guys are gonna get thrown out if you start a fight here." She was grateful for the first boy, who seemed to be a friend of the boy who threw the ice, at least he was trying to defuse the situation with her. She was less grateful to the second guy, who also seemed to be a friend of the offender, and the girl who came over was even worse actually egging them on.

"Please don't help." She said politely to the girl

She turned her attention to the black and green haired boy. "Why don't we go dance, or if you don't like to dance we can just talk I'd love to get to know you." She said gently taking his arm to try and lead him away from the group. She actually really didn't want to dance with him, she felt no attraction to him,or any of the guys here, nor were they friends. But if it meant avoiding a stupid pointless fight she was happy to sacrifice a dance or two.

Durumi was no stranger to flings or dances, and had pinned her long white hair into a formal updo. Her long red dress would make it seem hard to walk but well...She liked the idea of freedom.

As failyn, she had nothing but rules and careful politically dressed attire. She would wear mundane colors, whites and blacks and that was all.

But here, she felt nice in the slinky red soft gown, that matched her ruby red eyes.

Magiore she was sure would join them later if he wanted, but for now, she enjoyed the air of dance.

She was simply gonna walk by when she saw a familiar face and her eyes widened.

"Drake!! DRAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" She waved at him, completely forgetting that well....he wouldn't recognize her now. Oh dear.

Anger faded slowly as the dumbass’s friends sided against him, apologizing and slinging their own barbs. It seemed his first impression of bully and friends was less accurate than he had thought. Nice, for a change. He hadn’t had anyone try to bully him in a long time, the few that had tried had learned fast, and he’d rather it stayed that way. Orah would kill him if he got them kicked out of the dance for fighting… but some things were hard to ignore.

“Tch…” The teen blew air sharply between his teeth at the offender as he smirked and tugged his vest straight. “If I believed you, I’d say you’re barking up the wrong tree. I don’t swing that way.”

Matthew stepped back as a new guy joined them, giving him a once over. “Whatever. He’s not worth the effort. You should keep him on a shorter leash though.”

“And no, I don’t want to dance. Sorry.” He said as he shrugged out of the girl’s grip too, putting his hands up between them. “I’m just going to go get something to eat. Go… find someone else to dance with.”

It was cute she was trying to break up a potential fight, but she was a bit too into it. Probably one of those girls who followed the teachers around school trying to be helpful. Definitely not his kind of crowd. He’d rather Dana was here… for Angel, he’d think about dancing. Maybe.