<strong>Name:</strong>Chester William<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ballroom (sidelines)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marieme, Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Stephen<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/c6/e4/17/c6e417f57bbfbad77352d6b90dfe3484--mads-mikkelsen-beautiful-men.jpg)</div><br/>Chester let his eyes linger on the man with the crow mask as he passed, and just as their gaze had ended he allowed his eyes to to drop down. Chester didn't like to obviously rake his eyes over someone when they noticed, it only served to make the other uncomfortable. He smirked, then averted his gaze as the man started to converse with other participants of the party. He looked around the room at the smiling faces and glittering champagne flute sea that covered the ballroom.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Chester took another, albeit longer, sip of his champagne and searched in that sea of people for someone. Someone who caught his eye; someone who was preferably alone; someone who perhaps wanted to dance to the music overhead.<br/><br/>He heard the doors to the ballroom open once more. Chester turned only his head, and took in a slow breath as a woman dressed entirely in black strode into the room. She was exquisite. She had an air of not caring what others think surrounding her, and her mask fashioned to the likeness of a bat was as intricate as her dress. Chester took it upon himself to approach her, but not before he observed her taking in her surroundings first.<br/><br/>Chester watched the woman take a champagne flute, and look eagerly at the people milling around the ballroom. He let a slightly larger smile tug at his lips for a moment before he quelled it. It wouldn't do to seem over-eager for company. No, he had to be better than that; he was to act as if it were mere coincidence - perhaps destiny - that brought them together. Chester took in a breath, then started on his journey across the ballroom floor.<br/><br/>When he was close enough to her, Chester lowered his head, put his left foot behind him, and bowed ever-so-politely to her. When he rose again, he held up his champagne glass and spoke with a warm smirk. "It's delicious, no?" His accent came out stronger at parties like this. Chester didn't mind. It made him stand out more, to be the only guest of Finnish origin in the room.<br/><br/>Chester held out his hand to her, and if she put hers into his he would slowly kiss the back of her hand. If not, he would put it behind his back. "I must say, your mask is beautiful. It matches your dress perfectly; both so delicate and appropriate to the theme."