Snippet #1846212

Richard listened carefully to Juliana's hypothesising. As she mentioned that everyone must have something in common, he thought there was something in it...maybe they were all criminals. He'd been arrested once in an alarmingly out of character event, where he'd got drunk and been disorderly. His cheeks flushed red at the memory. But that hardly counted as being a real criminal, surely? He was hardly the Godfather. He was about to open his mouth to agree with the idea that everyone, if taken, must have something in common, when Juliana's realisation hit her. "Of course! It seems obvious now..."

Then, he flushed red once more when Juliana mentioned dancing. "Um...I'm not a dancer myself. I mean...well, what's this plan? Let's discuss it before dismissing it." They had arrived back in the big ballroom now, and there were less people dancing, apparently exhausted. Going back to the subject of masks, Richard remembered what Mina had said what his reflected...well educated but rarely speaks about it. He glanced at the dancers, and he even recognized some of them by their masks. *Some people don't tire, do they?*