Gathering: Halloween Gala

[concierge]

A large, decorative sign situated prominantly in the lobby reads:

The Nexus Hotel
proudly presents its
ANNUAL HALLOWEEN GALA

Formal Reception
Nexus Dining Hall
6 PM - Midnight

Monster Mixer
Nexus Basement
8 PM - 2 AM

Masquerade attire recommended for all guests

Most of the chairs have been removed from the Dining Hall to allow for ballroom-style dancing to the orchestra set up on the far end of the room. A polished cherry wood open bar is aligned along one wall. The adjacent Bistro is open for the duration of the formal reception, serving gourmet hors d'oeuvres.

Downstairs, the basement's largest storeroom has been converted into a spooky nightclub, complete with DJ, dance floor and cocktails.

Comments

[not_lost]

Alex was easy enough to recognize even in costume, and after the brief initial surprise of the hand gripping her arm, Fiona couldn't help but break into a wide smile. Her hair was huge and she was wearing legwarmers, but at least she now had a wingman.

"Girl, you don't have to ask," she replied with a short laugh, and looped her arm through Alex's as she gave the other costume a once over. "Marilyn. Nice."

[bonetown]

"I know, right? For ages, my ex and I did these stupid couples costumes and the first year we were broken up, I had this ridiculous bird-cold," she rambles as they walk into the party, "So I dress up like hot, sexy Marilyn, except it's kind of a party in a gay bar and I totally sounded like a dude. Long story short, I came in second place in a drag queen contest. Ooh, bacon quiche!"

[not_lost]

Fiona could think of worse things than coming in second in a drag contest, but Fiona had also stolen an old woman from a nursing home to avoid going to jail. And Alex had apparently already moved on, anyway.

"You really need to curb this bacon obsession," she remarked as she got dragged along. "You're going to end up having a coronary by thirty."

[bonetown]

Alex blinked as though she had just been told that someone had run over her...well, her pig. Maybe Fiona had a point. "Does it help if I cut the bacon with vodka?" she asked. "Because it's a thinner, right? Or I should probably just eat a salad," she says glumly. "My mother would be so disappointed. Salad is for the weak."

[not_lost]

"You sound like my dad right now," Fiona said, pulling a face that was halfway between disturbed and amused. "That's usually not a good thing, for the record. Do they even have salad? This doesn't really look like a salad kind of party, Alex."

[bonetown]

"Which is pretty awesome," Alex says, bursting with excitement. True, salad has its' place, but not really when she's hungry or at a party or whenever you can choose ribs instead -- so pretty much most of the time. "Also! PS, awesome costume!" she congratulates Fiona. "I feel like I should be dousing you in water like that angel did in the movie."