Holiday Ball at the Skylark

[birthright_npc]

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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[ghargreaves]

Gerald acknowledged both of their names as declared, and turned again to look at the tree. "It does seem the economy has recovered," he agreed, taking a sip of his drink.

"And what's your line of work?" he asked them as the dance band started into some swing numbers.

[wolfs_daughter]

"Me? I don't actually have a line of work. I'm an artist, and artists are supposed to be poor."

Echo wondered if she was supposed to be embarrassed about that. Her shyness made her not really comfortable with working in retail or waiting tables, although she'd tried the latter and done okay at it. But with rent and groceries being reasonably affordable in Searchlight, her parents' assistance was enough for now. She might not have much left over for luxuries, but that was fine with her.

The change in tone of the music had the hybrid tapping her foot a little, and she laughed when saw a couple start to dance randomly on the sidelines.

[blackirish]

"That's all right Echo, you have to start someplace." Mike assured her with the air of someone who'd been down on his luck at least once in his life. "What sort of art do you do?"

He could barely draw two straight lines, let alone try and make art. "I'm in the bar and nightclub business myself."