First Dance
Apr. 28th, 2004 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1We put on our cloaks and head out the door. Yes, that's right. Cloaks. Full length wool with sateen lining and hoods. Mine's gray, Candy's is chocolate brown. I also happen to have a dagger in mine. No way am I walking around campus after dark unarmed. It's secured near my right hand with a quick open snap for easy draw. Candy carries mace. Oh yeah. Evening purses too. Forgot about that. Little black bag to go with my basic black dress. Girly stuff, you know. Anyway.
I drive us over to the hall where the dance is. It's halfway across campus. There's a surprising number of cars parked out front. Mostly high-end, too. Great. I knew I shouldn't have agreed. I park my Prius to the closest street light. I love my car. Only 22K for a hybrid mid size. Great for going to cons. Candace whistles as we walk towards the hall.
"I see a lot of imports."
"Expensive imports too. You sure this isn't being hosted by the Skulls?" I ask.
"Not according to the announcements."
"Well, they are supposed to be secret. Surely they wouldn't be obvious about it."
"They haven't been secret for years now."
"Point." We get to the door. A doorman takes our confirmation tickets and bows us in. Weird. The dance is being held in one of the conference rooms. They have a coat check nearby. We turn in our cloaks, get the little tickets, and walk into the conference room. My jaw drops.
I drive us over to the hall where the dance is. It's halfway across campus. There's a surprising number of cars parked out front. Mostly high-end, too. Great. I knew I shouldn't have agreed. I park my Prius to the closest street light. I love my car. Only 22K for a hybrid mid size. Great for going to cons. Candace whistles as we walk towards the hall.
"I see a lot of imports."
"Expensive imports too. You sure this isn't being hosted by the Skulls?" I ask.
"Not according to the announcements."
"Well, they are supposed to be secret. Surely they wouldn't be obvious about it."
"They haven't been secret for years now."
"Point." We get to the door. A doorman takes our confirmation tickets and bows us in. Weird. The dance is being held in one of the conference rooms. They have a coat check nearby. We turn in our cloaks, get the little tickets, and walk into the conference room. My jaw drops.
