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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias' Gala - Dance Floor[/u][/b]

“The paintings it is then!” Tobias clapped his hands together with a delightful smile, rubbing them together as he skidded his chair back enough to offer his legs the room to stand up. He hopped up, and with a grin sent back towards Lucien, prompted the man to follow suit. As another waitress passed by, he lifted one finger to draw her attention, and received another glass of champagne for himself, and with his free hand, helped himself to a soda which he then gave to Lucien. 

“Dylan’s paintings are on the third floor. Wonderful works of art, they are.” Tobias’ lips curled into a serene smile, as he and the other dark indigo haired youth started to walk across the perimeter of the main hall, to the curved stairs at the far end that would lead up to the second floor. “I really wished he stayed at the Academy and continued to work on his art here, but of course I can understand why he didn’t. Still, I and everyone here missed him dearly and… what is going on?”

Tobias’ brow furrowed as he stared at the noisy commotion erupting from the centre of the dance floor. Most specifically, at the loud mouthed, voluminous red head who stalked across the dance floor and began loudly bellowing at the girl whom he had met that morning with Dylan. Estelle was her name, and the other young man he was with, an acquaintance of Tobias’ from the Academy. They weren’t the only ones there- they were surrounded by Simon and Dylan and the rest of Dylan’s friends. Guilders, each and every one of them being almost as loud as the last, and disruptive to the party as a whole. Most of the other guests, especially those whom had been dancing, had left the dance floor, to discreetly back themselves away to the far perimeters, away from the possible danger that might occur. 

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Even Rose and Dalia, whom were both now free of a number of male suitors trying to garner their interest for a dance, free from no male wanting to go near the screaming that was occurring, watched with unease at what was transpiring. Dalia made a start for the Pride, hoping to calm things down and discreetly move the most drunkern and loudmouthed of them all, Moira, Amy and unfortunately her own brother, Dylan, yet she still had some ways to cross before reaching them. And the rest of the party was thrown into an uneasy silence, one which the Pride didn’t even seem to notice.

Tobias looked towards Lucien, and the other man shrugged sympathetically. Tobias turned back, his eye twitching. He would have already started to cross to the Pride, and to establish order where there was chaos, even despite whatever dangerous reaction Dylan might bring, if Dalia hadn’t exchanged glances with him. He and Lucien would stay there for a spell, Tobias silently sipping his glass of champagne, until he could be certain his party was returned to its splendid function. 

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“H-huh?! T-trixie!” Estelle stuttered in surprise, jumping into the air. She turned back at the grinning, devious prankster, whose eyes seemed to twinkle as she looked between her Big Sis and her hopeful partner. Both of them turned immediately flustered, not sure to know exactly how to react, and then it started to grow even worse when Moira strolled up towards them, her drunk voice far louder and more deafening then she could have realised. 

“Did he try anythin’?” Moira asked. “Ey, reckon I should punch him too?"

The blonde masked man jumped on the spot, sweat running down his face and intermingling with his bloody nose. P-p-punched?!

"Oh, there's Marcus now," Xan commented, pointing towards Syed's direction. "You better not keep him waiting, leader. You did promise him yesterday." The boy began panicking even more. Her boyfriend was right there!! "He's a nice guy, don't worry, though you probably shouldn't keep her man waiting."

“I- I- I-, I’m so sorry!!” The blonde haired man began bowing profusely, tears forming in his eyes. “I… I didn’t know! I honestly didn’t, I-”

“That’s… that’s okay.” Estelle smiled. “Really, guys, this was… er… kind of my fault. Look,” She turned back to the boy, and placed both her palms together apologetically. “I promised my friend here a dance,” She smiled at Syed, before turning with a devious twinkle to Trixie. “Trixie here would [i]love[/i] to dance with you though, wouldn’t you Trix?”

“Ehhhh??” She replied loudly. Amy started guffawing loudly, her own loud voice complimenting the slapping of her knees.

“Yeah, I’m sure the pipsqueak would love to dance!”

“Dance?” Moira turned around, almost spinning and tumbling to the ground with unsteady balance. “Fuck yeah I love dancing! Let’s dance some more!”

“Everyone? What’s going on here?” The gentle voice from behind caused all of them to turn, to face Dalia, who looked back at them with a stern expression mixed with worry. Her eyes darted across the rest of the hall, guiding the Pride to follow them and look at the rest of the silent and sombre dance hall. “You’re all making too much noise and disruption. Please… control yourselves, or…”

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“Control ourselves? Ha!” Dylan sputtered out with a laugh. Moira, Amy and Aria were drunk, but looking back towards Dylan, they saw the Matter Artist was by now absolutely [i]wasted[/i]. Could he just not hold his liquor well? “Who caresh if we make a little schene an… an… ruin To[i][b]BI[/b][/i]ushes party? He desherves it.” Dylan lifted the glass up again in an effort to down what was in it, but it was already empty. 

“Oh, Dylan, please…” Dalia sighed.

Before the scene within the centre of the room could escalate any further, it was immediately silenced with every single light within the room suddenly becoming extinguished. All throughout Tobias’ manor, a blackout engulfed it, submerging the building into complete darkness.