Angelique literally dragged her friend through the door. "Stop fussing!" she hissed, "My family love you."

Still Henri tried to keep her hair and hands around the area of her mouth to cover the bandana up. The bandana that Angelique hated so much was black, with silvery snowflakes embroidered in a shiny black silk, it covered most of Henriette's face and her neck leaving only the bridge of her nose and her odd eyes. Her eyes are hard to describe with words, they were vivid green and ridiculously bright but imagine someone had gotten a kohl pencil and outlined her irises in black. That is what her eyes look like.

"Angelique I can't, this was a bad idea."

"Henriette."

"What?" Henri muttered as her friend twisted her wrists behind her back until it almost hurt and started steering her through the door.

"Shut up." Angie laughed, "Come on I just spotted Andrew, and you'll get on with him."

Henriette muttered something in audible and let herself be pushed forwards. They stopped right next to two men who appeared to be in a similar situation to the girls. As they drew closer Henriette saw the older man, who had his head practically in his lap say something like, "You will pay for this." And the younger man sighed and shook his head, standing up to greet Angelique.

They hugged, kissed cheeks in the traditional French way and started talking.

"Andrew this is Henri." Angelique smiled, she had an iron grip and was practically digging her nails into Henri's flesh so she was forced to look up and smile, luckily the sarcasm was only visible in the way she sneered under the cotton and not in her eyes.

"Hey Henri," Andrew smiled back, seemingly unfazed by the bandana. "That pathetic heap is Erik."

Erik twitched his hand my way of a greeting and the two younger partiers laughed, "Cheerfully isn't he?" Angelique chuckled, "He'll get on with Henri."

I doubt it. Erik and Henri both thought simultaneously.

Henriette flopped down on the couch next to the guy and sat back with her arms crossed over her chest. "You two go party I am not moving from here." She stated, "I arrived, and you never specified that I had to join in."

Angelique rolled her eyes and led Andrew away to the dance floor.

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Eventually Erik gave in. The girl sat next to him had only moved once, and that was just to get a drink which she sipped nervously and put down in front of her but didn't attempt to pick back up. She had a nice arse, which was all he could tell when she stood up since he refused to raise his head higher than he had too and she was quite tall. Eventually he turned, slowly, to look at her and immediately wished he hadn't because his heart threatened to leap out of his chest. She was sat back still but now her eyes were fixed on the ceiling and the bandana moved slightly as if she was mouthing something under her breath. He noticed that her arse was not her only redeeming feature, what was visible of her face was pale, but pretty with nicely shaped eyebrows and the most captivating eyes… Glad that he had started there he began to move his eye downwards; taking in her shirt, whoever designed that is a genius… and trousers all the way down to black pirate style boots. She's gorgeous! He took a deep breath and flicked his eyes back up to her face, coughing quietly in an attempt to attract her attention

Henriette had tried to glimpse the mysterious Erik when she came back from the bar but all she had been able to see was elegant black hair, combed neatly back, and a the back of a neat black shirt. She had given up hope and was going through the words of a song in her head when a polite cough jerked her back to earth. The first thing she noticed was that the guy was taller than her when he sat up straight and she figured he would tower over her standing up. He was wearing plain black trousers and a black shirt but it suited him quite well. She could tell he was well muscled but he wasn't a typical hunk with a tan. In fact he was pale. Looking up Henri was glad her first reaction was to stare at the ground because it meant she had left his face for last. If she was honest the first thing she noticed was the mask, it was white and smooth, probably porcelain, but detracted nothing from his face. I wonder what he's hiding. She smiled to herself and did her usual double take to check her arms and face were fully covered. When she looked back at his face she noticed his eyes glowed like amber, yellow and flecked with gold. Beautiful…