<div class="floatright">(https://www.duchamplondon.com/duchamp_blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/aiden-shaw-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>William<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Mentioning Elia<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b7/26/e5/b726e50a805a2b3dc61a60b5b5d5ff2e--aiden-shaw-summer-campaign.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>William had spent far more time debating on coming to this event than he would ever care to reveal and he wasn’t sure why the decision had been so difficult. Was it because it wasn’t just going to be him and the countess catching up about old times? He suspected that was the main reason but the other might be that he had only recently returned home from a recent book tour and really hadn’t been expecting such a grand social outing so soon. One needed time to recharge the batteries as it were, especially when you were starting to swing towards the upper spectrum of age like he was. Still he had settled on going, deciding that at least showing his face, perhaps greeting the countess if the opportunity arose, would be enough to show that he remained who he was, despite the years that had passed between them.<br/><br/>Now here it was, settled in the bucket seat of his dark grey ’66 Shelby Cobra, one of the few things in his life that he considered a toy. He had never been big on flaunting wealth, buying big flashy things so that the neighbor could look over in envy. Hell the only reason he had this was that he had come across the aged hull during a road trip and couldn’t pass it up. A lot of love and hours had gone into this baby, fair amount of blood too. He’d almost been tempted to take the bike to the event but had decided that he should at least show up somewhat presentable so as not to embarrass the hostess by making all the guests think she was inviting savages.<br/><br/>Purring the motor lightly, he drew even with the carpeted entrance. Spotting a man approaching that he expected was the valet, he reached to the passenger seat to snag his mask, pulling it into position before grabbing his white coat. A smile flicked across his white whiskered face at the valet’s comment of a nice car, handing the man a few bills. “Try not to go too fast with it. The back end can be a bit… loose in the corners.”<br/><br/>Falling into step with the collection of guests moving up towards the door, he checked his mask and tugged on his dress coat over his knit sweater. Glancing around he looked quite underdressed for this event at least that was his first thought given the outfits of some of the women. Then he spotted what he what he thought might be a Halloween costume and chuckled to himself. Apparently he had missed that part of the invite. Well at the very least he would be comfortable and not tugging at his collar all night like he usually did in some of the fancier suits that were required for such decadent revelries.<br/><br/>As he moved into the ballroom proper, a wily smirk tugged at the right corner of his mouth. It was good to hear that the various stories he had heard about the balls that were held here were accurate. To say the place was lavishly furnished and decorated would have been a sad understatement and possibly even an insult. After his cursory glance, he tucked off towards the wall to his left as he heard the host and hostess speaking, both surprised and pleased by the flitting feeling he felt at the sound of her voice. It was always good to know that some things didn’t fade. After the second tray of champagne had passed, he caught the attention of one of the serves, requesting a few fingers of scotch if they had it. To his delight and silent relief, a glass arrived shortly with the requested beverage. Sipping it, his grey eyes peered through the openings of his dark, wolfish mask as he resumed scanning the crowd, entertaining himself for the moment with trying to guess who or what each did by their posture, phrasing or dress. It was like doing a character study but far more amusing. There was a doctor… that man might be or had been military given the straight back posture. There was a pixie… and there… wait… pixie?<br/>