Standing Post {Open}

[Isabelle Sweet]

"Hyup, you got it, hon," Vin called back to Capri with a wave.  It was almost alarming how quickly he adopted women as new "little sisters".  Especially since before now, he'd only really been on nodding terms with the volatile blonde. 

Meanwhile, Lore was attending to her own "secret" mission.  Since she wasn't technically working as security that evening, she'd taken it upon herself to act as Dom's backup-slash-bodyguard.  Not that she didn't trust the older hunter to take care of himself, even in his injured condition.  Rather, she worried that someone would bump into him, or pester him, or make fun of his cane, and he'd shoot that person's face off before anyone could stop him.  Thus, why she was sticking nearby.  She didn't expect to be able to stop him if he REALLY wanted to kill someone, but she figured a little damage control was better than none.

"Heya, Uncle Dom," she greeted sweetly, gliding up to the table under the pretext of getting herself some more punch and cookies.  They were cute:  sugar cookies shaped like bats and pumpkins.  Didn't seem real fitting for a vampire-organized dance party, but someone was considerate enough to provide them for the non-blood-drinking guests.  "You look really spiffy tonight."  He'd dressed up a little more than usual, but not so far as wearing a suit or a fancy costume.  Just a nice black shirt and slacks and a classy, pumpkin-colored silk tie.  At least he was sort of in the spirit of things.

[Eithne O'Shea]

"Hey, Capri!" Hailee said, laughing and returning the hug and turning back to the stranger. "Oh, well hi then, I'm Hailee Thompson...." The witch trailed off at the look the other gave both her and EVERYONE around. Huh? And then she turned into a wolf and went away.

"Jeez, what's her problem," Hailee muttered - and it had been weird, like the other hadn't even NOTICED her. Ah well, whatever. Her loss.

"Anyone to try and attack right now is stupid. She'll cut them with her Visa."

Hailee almost tried to flick her ponytail over her shoulder, as she was accustomed to doing, then paused and almost laughed at herself. She wore it so often that the gesture had almost become automatic, and now that she had no ponytail.... No, for the night her hair was up in an elaborate up-do that should have holding power should she need to get a bit more... aggressive. Possibly it was good. Probably not as many people would think of pulling hair when it wasn't loose - or even pulled back but still left hanging. Mind you, if anyone did try pulling her hair she had a gun and another gun and three or four knives (wait... was she forgetting one?) AS WELL as her fists and feet and even head to hurt them with. And that was the beauty of Frost - people seemed to get SO USED to hunters only using knives or something that it could be very satisfying just to haul away and slug them. Watch the surprise. And then if you were fast enough and could break their backs... well, all kinds of possibilities opened up.

Hailee smiled, and the look was bubbly enough that if anyone had known what she was thinking... well, they would have been surprised. Unless they knew her well.

"Mock not the power of the Visa," Hailee said in a slightly self-mocking tone herself to Christian. "Besides, have you ever got a cut off a credit card? Let me tell you right now, they hurt!" She flicked an imaginary piece of dust off the sleeve of her costume - she was dressed up as a bird of paradise, complete with multi-colored mask that was reminiscent of New Orleans, covered as it was with feathers and sequins, and a sweeping tail that didn't hinder movement too much - she knew, she'd checked. That was the problem, really, about being here on buisness. She'd really wanted to wear a dress, but she couldn't.

Tragic.

Ah well, the sleeves on this costume made up for it. They were a WONDERFUL place for hiding all kinds of dangerous things, being as wide as they were. Well, they were 'wings.'

[Capricia Varekova]

Capricia took a step closer to him, brushing a light kiss on his cheek when nobody was looking. "Of course I don't mind," she said, her tone low, so as not to be so overheard. She smiled, genuinely. "You do look nice. It's just unusual to see. Usually I'm not the one who's underdressed, but Christian and I are odd men out tonight, you see. Neither of us could come up with anything interesting."

At that, Christian snorted. "Oh, that's a lie. I said salt and pepper, and you said it was stupid," he said, pointing an accusing finger at her. "And my daughter, unimaginatively, went out as a leopard. It was her mother's idea."

He turned to look at Hailee, reaching out to tug at a feather of her costume. "So how many animals had to die for this, Cruella?" he asked playfully. He pulled his hand back before she swatted at him, and ran his fingers through his short, spiked hair. Christian may have been in his late twenties, but he still had those boyish good looks. It was strange how he ran a guild full of women and never got hit on -- most of them knew Evangela, though, and respected her as much as they did him. She was a strong woman, no doubt the reason Christian could even manage the Frost brood.

[Connor Batten]

These moments were the reason, the real kicker, to what made him absolutely love Capricia.  Surrounded by vampires and shifters, assigned to keep said preternatural beings in check, and she was being so perfectly...perfect.  It made him feel bad.

He couldn't let her know that, though.  At least, not here.  He was going to cave eventually, he knew that, but he had to keep it from her at least until the night was over.  He should have told her already, but he'd actually found something he was afraid of.  He was afraid she'd leave, and he didn't want to rush it.  He waited until Christian was messing with Hailee about her costume, stole a glance around, and stole a quick kiss from Capri's lips in return. 

"Thanks, but don't get used to seeing it.  You know how I hate dressing up," he told her quietly with a little smirk, and it was the absolute truth.  He was the sort to go with jeans, a t-shirt and a blazer if he could get away with it, and he'd try his hardest to do that.  He felt stuffy and uncomfortable in the fancy masquerade wear, and his hair felt unnatural not falling in his face all the time.  He was only just starting to REALLY get used to it being shorter, and he actually liked it by now, but having it slicked back felt weird.  "You two would have looked...fun as salt and pepper shakers.  I'd have probably laughed my ass off."

He could bet that Christian's daughter had been very cute as a leopard, thinking back to the last time he'd seen the girl.  Christian was a lucky guy.

[Capricia Varekova]

"Yes," she said, "but if I had gone out, I would have been pepper, and I would have carried pepper with me to shoot into people's eyes, and somehow I feel like it would have been misinterpreted as a threat," she informed him. She tilted her head a little bit, though, and glanced to Christian and Hailee as well. When she looked back to him, she fixed her gaze.

"Something wrong?" she asked. Capricia was fairly intuitive, it was true; however, she'd done enough to and around Connor for her to not always know if he was feeling off with her or just in general. She accepted the fact that he wasn't going to tell her everything, so long as what he didn't hold back from her wasn't crucial information that directly pertained to her. Of course, what that constituted of varied as to how bad of a mood she was in, so the definition tended to fluctuate.