Holiday Ball at the Skylark
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The grand ballroom of the Skylark Hotel was awash in shades of forest green and gold. The charity ball had been arranged to benefit a local children's hospital, and so a large percentage of the proceeds from the door tickets and bar would be donated to renovate the facility. A two-story Christmas tree towered over the buffet tables of festive finger foods and chocolate fountain, and people had placed unwrapped toys under the limbs to be delivered to the hospital the next day. Champagne flowed freely. There were two stages for the live jazz musicians that would play all night. Santa's scantily clad elves wandered about the room with trays of shrimp and caviar. A dance floor took up the center of the space underneath a gleaming chandelier and there were beautifully decorated round tables on the edges of the room.
The ticket price was manageable, and a few tickets had gone out free for radio promotions and the like.
Luckily for the undead, the decor did not include wall-to-wall mirrors, though there were a few on the high ceiling.
In various corners, Vegas performance artists entertained to ooohs and aaahs. For instance, there was a man eating a gleaming sword in the corner.
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The ticket price was manageable, and a few tickets had gone out free for radio promotions and the like.
Luckily for the undead, the decor did not include wall-to-wall mirrors, though there were a few on the high ceiling.
In various corners, Vegas performance artists entertained to ooohs and aaahs. For instance, there was a man eating a gleaming sword in the corner.
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on 2013-12-27 11:43 pm (UTC)Back out in the ball room she smiled and offered the tray to the glittering crowd, wondering silently to herself if she could ever attend one of these events in something other than the elf-waitress costume she was wearing. She had to stifle a grin when a woman wearing a dress that reminded her of the dolly toilet roll covers her next door neighbour made, came over and started to help herself to three, no four, of the mini spring rolls on the platter Melody was carrying.
"Serviette ma'am?" She held out the stack she was holding, and gave herself a tick in the 'win' column when the woman took two and proceeded to pile some more of the tasty morsels onto them. When she was done Melody moved away, fairly certain that if she tried really hard she could maybe create a dress that was more hideous, but she would definitely have to work on it. She glanced around, looking for Maddy as she approached another cluster of people who were looking her way hungrily.
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on 2013-12-27 11:58 pm (UTC)“Ow-ow-ow-ow…” She hobbled closer to Melody and attempted to talk without moving her lips. “Who sanctioned these curly-toe shoes? I’d like to give him a piece of my mind. Man, my dogs are barking.” The brunette’s feet were accustomed to high-top Converse sneakers and whatever else was on sale at the thrift shop. These felt-covered elf shoes offered no support, were slippery on the bottom, and pinched the toes into a triangular shape. Worst of all, they had jingle bells.
Her tray had cucumber slices with smears of cheese on top. They were the least-popular offering and so she didn’t need a refill just yet.
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on 2013-12-28 01:13 am (UTC)“By the way, Santa’s lap? Avoid it if you don’t want to get poked in the ass,” Maddy advised. “He grabbed my left cheek a few minutes ago. Really got in there, too.” She shifted uncomfortably because her panties had settled into an awkward position when she scurried out of reach.
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on 2013-12-28 02:18 am (UTC)She giggled when she remembered the scene and then gave Maddy a quick elbow. angling her head to the side. "Check it out, on your left, carrying a tray of champers, cutest buns in the place!"
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on 2013-12-28 02:31 am (UTC)“Back in a minute. I’m gonna trade these cucumbers for cocktail weenies,” she said. And so with a joking shimmy of her shoulders, Maddy left the ballroom in search of tastier wares to peddle.
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on 2013-12-28 03:04 am (UTC)She had just about emptied her tray when she made her way past a group standing at the bar so she paused and offered them some of the finger food she had still remaining.
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on 2013-12-28 02:14 pm (UTC)Her tray was half-empty when she jingled up to Melody.
“I’m torn between jostling the sword-eating guy just to see what happens, and asking him for pointers on relaxing the throat. What’s your vote?”
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on 2013-12-28 05:28 pm (UTC)The band’s crew didn’t have to wear ties, a decision that came as a relief to Brian, who wasn’t sure he had the mental fortitude to tie a double Windsor knot tonight.
“Hey,” he said quietly to the other Elf.
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on 2013-12-28 10:44 pm (UTC)As that moment finished flashing through her mind she had another flash, something she hadn't been expecting right there and then, and this time when it passed she realised she was standing there with her mouth open like a loon, staring at him. She slammed her mouth shut and felt her face turning that dreadful red shade again.
"Uh, hi," she managed to squeak out, ducking her head to try and hide her embarrassment.
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on 2013-12-28 11:21 pm (UTC)‘You’re blotching!’
She pointed at her collarbone.
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on 2013-12-28 11:30 pm (UTC)“Uhhhh… yeah, I think so,” he said, trying to see through the crowd. “He looks different in good lighting.”
Now that he had confirmed the identity of the man who booked them for shows, he paid attention to Mel again. The magic shop. Each time he’d gone to the one in Searchlight, he had missed the owner because of the shop’s closing hours or a lunch break. If Maddy vouched for the credibility of the place in Vegas, he might stop by to see if they had anything useful.
“What’s it called?” he asked her.
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on 2013-12-28 11:55 pm (UTC)"Uh, Solomon's Scrolls," she answered, a little more composed and managing to get something that resembled a smile on her face, instead of a silly grin. The tray she was holding suddenly held a lot of interest for her and she looked at it, rearranging the dumped serviettes and remaining mini spring rolls.
"I tried to tell the owner it sounds more like a pastry shop, but she didn't want to change it, something about the wisdom of Solomon or something," she managed, eyes darting to Maddy, looking for support.
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on 2013-12-29 12:57 am (UTC)Brian knew that he was remarkably adept at offending girls, no matter his intentions.
He flinched as Maddy reached up and knocked his hand aside. She licked her hand and slicked his hair back into place.
“Gah—ew!”
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on 2013-12-29 01:01 am (UTC)She hadn’t really licked her palm, just faked him out. The look on his face was priceless.
The urge to be kind to him was overwhelming, what with the rampant guilt. She hadn’t told him what happened with Valerie, but he looked like a kicked puppy. This meant they’d had a fight. What exactly had been revealed, Madeleine wasn’t sure.
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on 2013-12-29 01:13 am (UTC)"Uh, well you write them down, but sometimes, especially with the old ones, and I mean really old ones, a lot gets lost in the translation," she started to tell him, her voice rising a little as she spoke about her favourite subject, "because sometimes you have to have things they just didn't think needed to be written down or times or weather, or stuff, cuz you know, everyone knew... back then, and then... uh... yeah, you can write them down..."
Mel's voice had become very loud and a few people standing around them had turned to see what was going on, the elf-waitress realising she'd started to blurt out everything and losing track of what she was saying when she saw the faces turning towards them. She ducked her head and stared at her tray, apologising and excusing herself, mumbling something about needing to keep moving and refill her tray and hoped he'd enjoy the ball and quickly departing, weaving her way back to the kitchen.
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on 2013-12-29 02:03 am (UTC)“Wait! Take these.” Maddy piled shrimp on a napkin and forced it into his hand.
“Thanks.” Brian made eye contact with her, like he knew that she knew that he was in pain and appreciated the kindness. Only he didn’t know the half of it.
“No problem.” Maddy spun on her slippery heel and returned to the kitchen.