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Grasping her hand gently, Jason led her to the middle of the ball room which was disappointingly empty. He took a moment to listen to the music, and, as a new waltz began, he placed his free hand on her waist. Anna placed her own hand lightly on his shoulder, after hooking her finger through the fabric hook inside the skirt of her dress, which pulled it up just enough so that she wouldn't stand on the delicate material while dancing, and smiled, shyly.

"It's been a while since I danced." She warned him, "I'll apologise in advance for stepping on your toes."

Jason laughed lightly before smiling reassuringly, "I'm sure you'll do fine, just don't fall. I promise I will not catch you."

"Aren't you a charmer." Anna joked, smirking. She found herself slipping back into the moves of the classical waltz rather easily, like riding a bike or swimming, the movement almost seemed to be embedded in her muscles, coming naturally and smoothly. "Well, this isn't so bad at all."

After years of lessons and practice, he was able to follow the music without much effort and could focus most of his attention on his partner, who matched his steps with ease. With the close proximity, he could see the intricate details in her mask. It was quite beautiful of course, but it was begging to be removed. It was by far the hardest temptation to resist. Once again forcing the impulse out of his mind, he decided to get to know his dance partner a little better. "I'm almost disappointed you haven't stepped on me. When did you learn how to dance?"

"My parents put me into classes when I was very young," She explained, her skirts sweeping the floor as they moved around the floor in a seemingly effortless manner. "They were always very traditional, and believed that girls with status such as mine should learn to behave as such. What about you?"

He should have guessed they had a similar situation; normal families didn't typically require ball room dancing as part of their children's upbringing. Shrugging slightly, he responded without revealing much detail, "Same story, different characters. I'm sure all of the students here know how to dance. This school must be full of stuck up rich kids," he grinned before adding, "That's why we fit in so well."

Anna thrust her face upwards, dramatically, and raised her eyebrows in a very uptight kind of way. "Speak for oneself." She said, in a mockingly post accent. "So, am I in the company of another damaged little rich kid? Oh, woe is us."

"Damaged? Hardly. Beautiful? Completely. A real tragedy, I know, the gods must have cursed us."

"So you're neither charming, nor modest?" Anna teased, "Do tell, besides beauty, what are your redeeming qualities?" She tried to hide the smile on her lips, but it proved a difficult task. Arrogant or not, she was quite enjoying this boys company. "I just realised..I've yet to know your name."

"Modesty is overrated. I think it'd be easier to point out my faults. Shorter list, you know? For one thing, I'm quite tired right now which is one step away from being asleep. In my experience, sleeping people can be quite boring," he rambled. His eyes drifted astray as he found himself staring at the ceiling, "Hmm... What is my name... Ah! Ladies first." Jason said with immature glee.

Anna contemplated this for a moment, thinking back to a story her mother had told her as a child, a story hundreds of years old about a pretty girl with a step-mother and a fairy godmother and a pair of glass slippers. The thought of the mystery made Anna's imagination run wild for a moment, how exciting would it be. But, she thought, reality was rarely as exciting as fiction. And regardless of whether or not she told him her name, by morning they would be maskless and possibly unrecognizable to each other, all aside from their voices, if one cared to notice. Anna's voice, though, with it's pronounced British twang, appeared to be fairly distinctive. "Anna." She replied, "Anna Buxton. Now you go."

"Anna, is that short for something? Annabelle, Anastasia, no?" he listed a few more potential Anna names before finally giving in, "Alright, I guess I'll tell you. My name is Jason Glass. Sometimes it can be a bit difficult holding up my family name; it's so fragile." He tried to keep a straight face for as long as he could, but his efforts were futile. It was all he could do to not burst out laughing at his own horrible, horrible pun.

Anna hung her head at the terrible joke, shaking it in mock pity while her shoulders shook from withheld laughter at how awful it was. "No, I'm sorry, that joke was too awful." She dropped her hand from his shoulder and turned to walk away.

His smile grew, and he was clearly trying to hold back a laugh; he could barely able to contain himself, "Aww, come on it wasn't that bad was it?" Jason reached out to take her hand again, returning it to it's rightful position on his shoulder.

"It was pretty awful." She told him, smiling. "And no, Anna isn't short for any of those names." She didn't care to elaborate, as she didn't particularly like the full version of her name. "How old are you?"

"Same as you probably. You're not an upperclassmen are you?" He quirked an eyebrow though he was only half suspicious. Age didn't matter to him most of the time. Just, power. That's what really set people apart. Perhaps intelligence too, but knowing specific ages seemed trivial. As far as Jason could tell though, they matched in all three categories.

"I'm not, no. I think we're all newbies here, at least most of us are.There may be some, like our green eyed friend from earlier, who've managed to sneak in." She glanced around, noting how many people were simply stood around, though more couples seemed to have gotten up the courage to join them on the dance floor since they'd begun, "Obviously, they know how to throw a wild party here," She lowered her voice to a conspiratory whisper, "The upperclassmen can't get enough."

"With a party as crazy as this, I'm sure anyone would get addicted," A few seconds of silence passed as he tilted his neck from side to side, reducing the stiffness it had developed throughout the day. "It does seem like it's missing something though. What's supposed to happen here anyway?"

"Here, at the party? Or here, you and I?" She asked, rather absently as she glanced around the room, looking at people wearing masks and wondering which of them she would be friends with, who she wouldn't like and vice versa. Being in such a new place, having such a clean slate, she decided, was rather exciting. She met the taller boys eyes, waiting for a reply.

Her second interpretation caught him off guard. Between them? He hadn't thought about it. Pausing for a moment, he stared at her with unmasked curiosity, "Either one, I suppose."

Anna had never experienced a moment like it before. She didn't think someone had ever held her eyes for so long, with such an unbridled expression of interest. How strange, to have such an honest and calm moment with a practical stranger, to feel so at ease in the company of someone completely new. "Well," She said, softly, "I suppose we just...wait and see."

He smiled at her tentative response, "You're cute," he complimented her without much thought, but he did take a second to digest her answer before changing the subject, deliberately avoiding further discussion. "Do you want to do something else? Wander around, look for a bed maybe, you know, typical activities to pass the time." Jason didn't realize how suggestive his request may have sounded, especially considering his preceding comment, but he was getting bored of dancing at this point and subconsciously craving the sweet, soft comfort of a bed.

A blush crept up Anna's cheeks at his comment, staining her pale skin a dusty rose colour. She glanced away for a moment, a short laugh escaping her lips, and then realised he wasn't joking, but had he realised what that sort of comment sounded like? Still, Anna thought, she would quite like to explore this place and see just how big it was from the inside. "Um, sure," She replied, "We could go for a walk."

"I guess we should stay inside, it's probably to dark to see anything out there this late at night. Such a shame," he slowly stopped dancing, and moved toward the walls, away from other dancers. Looking around the hall his eyes settled on the staircase, "That could lead somewhere right?"

Millie gave Victor a look when he handed the drink to Logan, but she kept her mouth shut. She wasn’t the girl’s guardian, and she was only a few years older than her, if that. Technically, Millie shouldn’t even be drinking yet, but she’d been drinking long enough to hold her liquor. Some of the Wolves joked that Hayden must have laced her baby milk with rum, her blood was 50% alcohol. Logan, though, well she was a newbie and Millie was willing to bet that she hadn’t been raised the way Millie had; she’d had a richy-rich upbringing, she wouldn’t be used to the effect alcohol had on an individual and something in the back of Millie’s head said she should keep an eye on the girl, make sure the increased alcohol levels in her system didn’t loosen her tongue.

“You’re going to want to take it easy with that,” She warned, gently, “It’s strong stuff, you might wanna cut it with something. Coke, lemonade?”

Millie glanced over at the table where Angel was with the others, noting the glasses in front of her friend. Clearly, the other wolves were more eager to let go than she was tonight, but looking at the Lost Ones Victor had pointed out earlier, Millie didn’t feel like letting loose, she felt she’d much rather keep her guard up. They weren’t against playing dirty, no matter how peaceful the hippies claimed to be. Sure they weren’t the fire starters that many of the Wolves were, but nor were they saints. Millie saw Angel say something to the others at the table and get up, moving towards a couple of Lost Ones. She watched, remembering Angel’s rule of no trouble tonight and wondering what her next move was going to be.

The flirting didn’t surprise Millie, it was a classic girl move she had used plenty of times in the past, herself, when she didn’t feel like scaring people into doing what she wanted. In truth, it was a rare occasion that Millie was pushed to such extremes, but it wasn’t completely unheard of. Millie didn’t have to worry about Angel, for two reasons. One, it was Angels job, as the leader, to worry about everyone else. And two, Angel could more than take care of herself. Still, Millie couldn’t help but keep an eye on the girl she’d grown up with, knowing all of the other Wolves would more than likely be doing the same, in case Angel’s interaction didn’t go the way their Alpha was intending it too. Deon’s fight was still in play, but Millie only cast an occasional glance that way, just to confirm that Deon was still on his feet and winning.

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