House Party

[Seven]

The masked event was extravagantly eclectic. The attendees wore everything from simple disguises to highly elaborate costumes. A pair of girls, their faces painted with makeup that would shame a professional artist, passed him on their way to another room. He watched them move through the party with a sense of purpose and appreciated their graceful coordination. Of course, this wasn't the kind of event for networking—everyone's identities were masked as securely as their faces—so Seven relaxed into the spirit of pure revelry. To that end, the mouth of his horse's mask was slitted just enough for him to slide a straw through.

Before long, he was quite drunk, and drunk Seven was a ton of fun. He danced until he was sweating and ditched his jacket somewhere, hoping it would still be there when he left for the night, but if not, c'est la vie. He bantered with others about their masks, some hilariously cartoonish, and gave as good as he got. At the behest of the other partygoers, who formed a sort of circle around him, he began to mime the galloping of the stallion he was impersonating. The act grew increasingly absurd as the crowd reacted. Someone grabbed the attached reins and led him around by the mouth, which naturally resulted in plenty of bucking and neighing. The jokes escalated to outright lude insinuations, and Seven was more than happy to keep everyone entertained.

Then suddenly a surge of power crossed his senses and the lights winked away. He wasn’t so intoxicated as to pay it zero mind, but as soon as someone pulled his body close to theirs, shoved the mask off his head, and kissed him with the intensity of a dam breaking apart, he cared not a wit. He broke free to catch his breath, and try to peer through the blackness. Wallet lights stayed dark, as it seemed everyone shared the same love for the freedom darkness brought, and things soon descended to madness. He caught his bearings, suddenly lurching with the alcohol and lack of visual orientation, but when he grabbed the next person, his lips found an entirely different pair. The body beneath smooth and muscular where before it was sinuous and luscious, and with it, passion ignited.