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October was nearing it's end which meant the spooky festivities were about to begin. This time of year was easily a fast favorite for Vanessa. Mostly because it was an excuse to eat sweets and dress up, even though she did that normally, regardless of the holidays. Still, it was something about the spooky season that was near and dear to her heart.[break][break]

This evening in particular, she and a few of her other Phantom Troupe family had been hired to put on a little show at this Halloween party. it was nothing in scale to their usual theatrics in their own domain, just a few simple magic tricks, quality ones though. Vanessa worked as an assistant/stage girl for the evening's festivities. [break][break]

The final trick being one where she seemingly transformed from a normal party enjoyer to a budding fairy princess, her own version of Thumbelina. Birthed from a giant blooming flower in front of everyone. With the help of classic misdirection and assistance with effects from their pokémon, the performance ended with a roar of applause. [break][break]

Vanessa was quite proud of it all, normally there were a few things that couldn't be controlled during performances. In fact, something always had to go wrong, but the show must always go on. But today, things were relatively in perfect order. She could definitely appreciate that. Making a good impression here would be good for spreading their name around the region's corners.[break][break]

Plenty of folks began to swarm them after the performance to ask questions about the show but Nessa was feeling a little suffocated. Wishing to enjoy the festivities on her own, she managed to sneak off and leave her fellow Troupe members to handle the incoming crowd. "Sorry!" she whispered before disappearing into the masses of witches and ghouls.[break][break]

Somehow she managed to find herself in a room away from the main action, which is where she let out a sigh of relief. Finally she could enjoy some much needed time to herself.

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Vanessa Kingsley[break][break]

NOTES

- COSTUME, MISSION: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody[break]
- Girlie needs a moment. Respect that. Troy makes sure she gets her breather.[break]
- Does not introduce herself, but keeps door closed and lets her walk into the room at her leisure... not realizing he is kinda putting her between the door and himself.[break]
- Eyes meet.

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It would seem that Vanessa wasn't as stealthy as she thought. She supposed it was due to her shining presence and her ensemble, either way, someone had been following her as she made her retreat towards this back room. "Ms Fairy..." came the slurred callout from one of her fans as the doorknob rattled. [break][break]

She really didn't want to deal with this now. Vanessa just needed one moment to herself. She resisted the urge to sigh heavily as she held on tightly to the doorknob. Moments later a strong hand stretched out above her holding the door shut. "You look like you need a moment, Blondie."[break][break]

With a sharp gasp, Vanessa whips around practically jumping out of her skin, clearly startled. "Wha--" the banging from the fan trying to enter rattled the frame and interrupted her protest. Clamping a hand over her mouth she glanced back towards the door. Now that she got a better look, this position was quite...[break][break]

More banging on the door continued as the fan was eager to enter the room. A slight blush colored her cheeks. This 'Dracula' was quite attractive, but this whole situation was still a lot for her. After all, just who was this man? The man nods in the direction towards the bed as he continues to keep the door shut. It was clear he wanted her to move.[break][break]

Vanessa hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do in this sudden situation. For one, she was now stuck in here with a stranger, but then again she was running from one too. And thought one was already inebriated so who knows what that interaction could lead to or what problems could occur. [break][break]

With a subtle nod she retreats towards the bed and sits down with a soft 'plop'. "Sorry about that." she whispered, though her volume was loud enough for him to hear. "I wasn't aware the room was occupied when I went in."

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Vanessa Kingsley [break][break]

NOTES

- COSTUME, MISSION: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody[break]
- To make sure Blondie gets a moment, Troy leans fully into the door. Ain't a soul getting in.[break]
- They don't want her worrying about the room having been occupied. They hadn't locked it. Their fault.[break]
- Talks about Blondie's show. It was fun.

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The rattling from the door quieted down, meaning that her pursuer had given up and Vanessa knew that she had this kind stranger to thank for that. But that being said, she was now in another complex situation. She was essentially stuck here with someone she didn't know in a dim lit room....[break][break]

Nessa sighed softly and ran her fingers through her blonde curls. Ah well, it wasn't so bad. She'd just stay here for a bit and then sneak her way back out to the party. By then the excitement should've died down and people wouldn't be swarming her, at least she could only hope. When the hottie from earlier spoke up, calmly complementing her performance, Vanessa felt her pride swell as she sat up a little straighter.[break][break]

"Thank you, we work hard to make it an enjoyable experience for everyone." A practiced line but one she genuinely believed and felt nonetheless. While the Troupe might be a cover for their nefarious other deeds, they all still genuinely loved entertaining. It's part of what made work so fun for them.[break][break]

Vanessa's azure orbs studied him for a moment before she crossed her legs and rested her arms against them as she leaned forward. "So, what's your story...Count?" she said as she playfully referred to him as his costume's title. Count Dracula was famous after all. "What made you seek solitude back here?" she asked with a coy smile playing on her lips. "Too many thirsty hotties pining after you?"

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Vanessa Kingsley[break][break]

NOTES

- COSTUME, MISSION: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody[break]
- Troy is enjoying the banter, confessing to needing solitude from simpleminded people.[break]
- Doesn't realize how hurtful his words might be, but he's nostalgic for that smile of hers. He can't place it.

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Vanessa nodded as she listened to the Count explain his reasonings for seeking solace in solitude. She could sympathize with him. After all, she had attempted to escape all the attention herself. Though she wasn't exactly as successful as he. Humming to herself she looked around the room. Since it would seem they would be locked here for a bit they might as well have a little fun right?[break][break]

Rustling around in the hidden pockets in her dress she pulled out a steel flask before unscrewing the top and popping it off. Taking a long swig from the chilled flask left a burning sensation in her throat from the liquor but that's what she liked. Azure orbs glanced over towards the man slumped against the door as she pondered a single question in her head. [break][break]

They were both gonna be here for a minute so it wouldn't hurt to mingle right? Surely he wouldn't lump her together with the annoyances he had attempted to escape from. She extended her flask to him with a smile on her face. "Want some?" an amused glint flashed in her eyes. "Though I'm not sure if Hennessy is your pick of poison. It's okay if not."[break][break]

"Hmm," she hummed as she tapped an index finger against her plump lips. "Drinking alone is no fun, how about a little game to go with it?"

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Vanessa Kingsley[break][break]

NOTES

- COSTUME, MISSION: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody[break]
- Troy is pleased with this. Though the alcohol annoys him a moment, he's reminded of back then. College girl years.[break]
- He takes a big swig, hands it back. And then pats next to him, hoping she does get closer. He flirtin'. Kind of.

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"Only if you get closer."[break][break]

Vanessa raised and eyebrow at him for a moment before chuckling and deciding to stand up. As she did so, some of the glitter from her costume dusted the area around her. Brushing herself off she made her way towards the Count and sat beside him. "It'll be easier to pass the flask back and forth."[break][break]

This was the first time she'd seen a smirk on his features all night. "Riiight," she teased. "You sure you just didn't want some company?" she giggled before taking the flask back. "We'll do a simple one." she said with a slight tilt of her head. "Two truths and a lie." pulling her knees close to her chest she leaned against them and smirked.[break][break]

"Pretty straight forward but with a little twist. We'll take turns asking each other questions. From the question we'll tell two truth's and a lie. Then the other has to guess which one is a lie. If you're wrong, you drink. Sound good?" Vanessa loved playing games so she could do this all day. "You can go first. Ask away."

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NOTES

- COSTUME, MISSION: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody[break]
- She calls his bluff a bit, but he agrees to the little game she has.[break]
- Lets loose two truths and a lie, and tries to make it hard on her with a little flirting.

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Vanessa raised her eyebrow at the last option. Who would just admit that they were a member of team Rocket like that to a stranger? It was even more peculiar since Vanessa was getting involved with them herself. Even more curiously he hid his hand from her on purpose, distracting her as he leaned closer to her. [break][break]

Still, normally Vanessa considered herself to be quite good at guessing games. She hummed as she leaned closer to him, holding his gaze. "Let's see..." she said as she studied him some more. Using this as an excuse to just get a better look at his face in the dim light. "I'd say... the engagement is a lie."[break][break]

After all, would the tension in the air be like this if he was betrothed? Then again, it wouldn't be the first time she'd seen a scenario like that. She'd wait for the Count to tell her if she was right or wrong before continuing with her own. "Hmm, yours was really good. I wonder if I can top it."[break][break]

She said with a mischievous grin on her lips. "I once stole a priceless gem from a famous museum in Kalos. I'm the leader of a successful performance group. And...I've never spent the night with someone I just met." As Vanessa listed off each of her statements she held up a slender finger to keep track. [break][break]

"Now, what will it be hot stuff?" she said with a giggle. "Which one is the lie?"

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NOTES

- COSTUME, MISSION: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody[break]
- Blondie is right. So he attempts to find out his mark, by using the fact Vanessa thinks he's hot against her.[break]
- Very flirty, he notes it must be the one night stand. The other two are far too unique to be thought up that quick.

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When the gentleman before her placed his hand alongside the nightstand trapping her between him and the wall Vanessa felt her cheeks warm as she gazed into his eyes. Then her eyes shifted towards his lips while her smirk stayed resting upon her own. There was...certainly something here. Vanessa would be a fool not to recognize it. [break][break]

Upon his question she raised an eyebrow at him. Perhaps she had made this round too easy for him. "Hmm," she hummed while her azure orbs twinkled mischievously. "That's not a bad idea." she whispered. When he answered he began to pull away form her, seemingly just teasing. "Correct..." [break][break]

She answered with a smile before grabbing ahold of the collar of his shit to keep him close. "Though I'm a bit ashamed it seems so obvious what my...hobbies are." she whispered. "What about you?" She leaned closer to him, hovering dangerously close to his lips but still remaining tantalizingly far.[break][break]

"Was that offer you made just for show?" she said as she glanced at his lips once more, "Or are you willing to make another bet with me?"

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