take a drink to the guilty & the hollow {open}

[BREE BENGAL]

When she got the invitation, she ignored it at first. Formal dances weren't exactly her thing, as she wasn't big on those flouncy prom dresses that covered more than there actually was to cover. Though it wasn't just that; she could wear whatever she wanted. For some reason, Bree didn't feel like going to a masquerade to benefit the Make A Wish foundation until she found the perfect outfit for it.

The dress was tiger print, her favorite, though it covered her cleavage, something she normally didn't like. But when she tried it on, it fit perfectly to where she still looked sexy. After she bought the dress, the mask and accessories seemed to just jump out at her. So Bree would go to this masquerade thing after all. Some fat cat was probably making a profit off of this benefit somewhere, anyways, so it wasn't like she would really be going to a charity thing, something she would rather die than be seen at. Other than certain favors that she only did because she enjoyed, she wasn't exactly the charitable type.

She decided not to wear extreme makeup, just some eyeliner/mascara and red lipstick. Bright red lipstick. There weren't too many accessories, just some tigereye earrings and a tiger ring. Her nails were sharp and kept perfectly as usual, and painted black. The mask was black, cat-shaped, with gold trim. Her shoes were just simple gold heels. Bree liked it, as much as she could really like anything, and when she was ready, she made her way to the masquerade.

Bree didn't bother with a cab, she just walked there. As she got closer, of course, there were more people with masks, but there were people staring at her while she basically strutted down the sidewalk in her costume, and she didn't give a fuck. Actually, she really just didn't give the spectators the time of day, just kept walking. Fucks would be given later, for certain. But for now, she actually had to attend the dance.

And who knew, maybe Cash would be there.

Bree nearly stumbled when the thougt came to mind, but she kept poise as usual. Where the fuck did that come from? Thoughts like that were starting to randomly pop out of nowhere, and it was ridiculous. It was maddening and time-consuming and a total waste of perfectly good thought. Yeah, he could make her laugh, and yeah, he was great in bed, but that didn't mean anything. It couldn't. Bree Bengal didn't feel anything. That's what she told herself years ago, and it still applied. Feelings and emotions got in the way of everything. They made her human, and if there wasn't something she wanted to be, it was that.

At the ball itself, she stood at the wall, waiting for more people to arrive before she prowled. She also hoped for better music, but it was unlikely and she would just deal. Why had she come to this stupid fucking dance, again? Well, hopefully, it would get better.

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notes; bree where the fuck do you even come from? tagged; open, what else would it be? sully put cash in here maybe. outfit; tigerlicious. credit; template by HEDGIE, lyrics by ALL TIME LOW.