Finding the tattoo, he became very grateful for the mask as he felt his cheeks redden. Not wanting her to think he was staring he looks up again quickly. ‘For the music or the baroque lifestyle?’
And with the wink he started to wonder if the mask would be enough, as the blush crept further. I’ve got to stop talking to beautiful women, still I'm here now. ‘Well, is there someone you’d recommended, to do the work? And maybe kickstart some inspiration.’ Not that I’ll tell any sleeper artist about my major events but still they might be able to tell me more about their craft.
Bless you Witch for timely distractions. Not wanting to move the mask right now, he nabs a straw form the bar, to take a drink before chuckling. ‘Yeah, that’s kind of the intention. Got to hide from the monsters tonight. But seriously you didn’t come out just to give the organisers patronage?’ Taking another sip through the straw. ‘Free, so great, well at least this one. What are you drinking tonight?’
‘The costume? Well, it represents a juxtaposition I appreciate. Humanities desire to live past death, and its fear of anything outside the norm of experience.’ A paradox, of the safer variety. ‘That and I’m a big fan of ancient architecture, who couldn’t pull of a pyramid head costume.’ Chambers is chuckling heartily by the end of his sentence.
‘What about yourself, your get up looks exquisite.’ And so does she in it… no, focus. Face red. ‘But a far cry from the archetypical ghouls and ghosts of this eve?’