[Halloween] Wasted [Rose]

For once Clayton Holmwood was not doing something that was his mother's idea. This was his. Oogie was hosting his Halloween party. Clayton thought it would be nice to build some new contacts for his families' business other than the normal sort that his mother was trying to build. He felt his business needed more character to it. He needed some more people who were a little darker that normal. He dressed himself in a cowboy style suit. It was black with a light gray vest, with a black vest on top of the gray one. There was a gray and black striped tie with black spiders on it. His cuff links were small spiders and on top of his head was a black cowboy hair with a gray band. He was wearing black slacks and black cowboy boots. Clay had no clue why he wore this outfit, but he loved the suit. He thought it looked professional and handsome. He was dressing to impress, maybe even impress some of the ladies.

The first hour of the party was nice. Clayton was already tipsy. He was definitely feeling the alcohol that was given out in an abundance. Clay still did not manage to even get any owl information from any girls. Maybe they did not like the cowboy idea. He was regretting dressing like this now. He took off his black cowboy hat and ran his hand through his blonde hair grabbing another drink.

Something caught his eye as he done that. Rose. She was in his year in school, house also. They both were into Potions and were partners a few times. Most of the time they argued about who was the right person for the answer or the right way to do something. Clay was stubborn and she was just as stubborn. Their families got along and always shared information or secrets. His father actually was always around their house, which was annoying. Their family connected though. Clay always thought Rose was attractive, but she was even more at the party. The drinking was not helping. Clay went right up to her, putting his hand on her neck and tickled it slightly with his fingers smirking as he leaned in from behind her. "You are probably the most gorgeous woman here." He wanted to add she was the biggest brat here too, but he was trying to flirt. "Want to dance?"

For the evening, Rosaline was a seductive siren-- or a mermaid, if you will. She had enlisted the help of one of her most trusted dressmakers in order to produce the perfect costume for Oogie's party. After all, she did want to look her very best. The bodice was expertly fashioned to look as if it blended in with her skin and also gave the illusion of scales. Long strings of pearls hung from her neck, and a bit of netting was tied around her hips and over her green, scaly mermaid skirt. Starfish-inspired pumps adorned her feet, and her makeup was done in such a way that it appeared that she also had a bit of scales on her face. The Banes had some business dealings with the Bone Man, and Rose found him to be an interesting individual to say the least. She had passed on the Star Euphoria, as she had already indulged in a bit of potion before she had left. Now she was standing off to the side with a glass in her hand, quietly observing.

That is, she was until she was interrupted. Someone had been bold enough to not only approach her, but to touch her as well. Turning her head quickly, she saw the person attached to the fingers tickling at her neck. Oh boy. She was going to need more alcohol.

"Oh! Hello, Clayton." Feigning a smile, Rosaline took a step back, but in a way that would not indicate her discomfort. "Thank you." He was definitely drunk. Not that she had much room to talk, as she was well on her way. However, she did like to think that she handled her liquor a sight better than Mr. Holmwood, here. And at least she had enough taste to not come dressed as a damned Yankee. Wait. Dance? Well, she had come alone. Thus, she had had nobody to dance with as of yet. Nobody had asked her, though she was used to that from people who didn't know her well. She, to be frank, looked like a bitch. And she could be. Tonight, however, she had decided that she was going to have fun. What harm could a dance do? If he was bad at it, or if he said anything that she didn't like, she could always just turn and walk away. He wouldn't dare make a scene here. He could not be that stupid.

So, she offered him a small smile and a shrug. "Yes. Why not?"