Sage Meers | #5d87a8 | Mermaid
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- 'Dunk the mermaid' had never seemed like an appealing game, given it's name, until Sage Meers had discovered which mermaid would be acting the sacrificial lamb. She could only smirk as she came to a stop in front of the small tank of water, eyes taking in the silver tail and wet hair of an ex-fling, Matteo Trilano. Normally one to carefully manage his looks, Matteo had now obviously been dunked in the tank of water often enough that any attempt to right his brown curls would be in vain. Someone had even found a comical coconut bra for Matteo to wear. Though the coconut didn't cover his abs, it did help to reduce any ounce of 'coolness' he might have been trying to hold onto.
"Having fun, Teo?" Sage asked, shaking her head at the student manning the stall. Sage wasn't here to compete, just to taunt. "You look like you've had better days... you're also one dunk away from a nip-slip, I'd say"
Matteo pulled up his coconut bra tighter, covering the offending body part and attempted to push back his drenched hair. "I still fill this out better than you, honey." Came his retort, though the words were slightly flat given the falseness of his claims.
"If you say so..." Sage merely replied, raising her brows in amusement. She noted a small group of fae girls twittering forward, money at the ready to purchase a number of coconuts to throw at the target that would dunk Matteo. With another smirk, Sage took a step back, "Your fans await.." She could only hope the fae girls missed the target and hit Matteo instead.
Sage turned her attention to other things, namely avoiding the influx of humans roaming the party grounds, and attempting to find any of the people she deemed a worthwhile friend. Why the humans had been allowed in was beyond her. Surely having the pick of schools outside Thorn Hill was not enough for the greedy beings, now they had to invade one of the few safe places for the supernatural.
Despite having some questionable guests, Sage had to say that the event was a fun one. She thought she heard the voice of her favourite siren, though she couldn't spot him through the crowd. And perhaps there was a flash of red hair from the food that could have been Thorn Hill's fiercest vampire, but she couldn't be sure. Rather than seek out her friends, Sage was content to sit back and enjoy the atmosphere. She really didn't want to push through crowds of supernaturals.
Stopping by a stall offering balls of pixie light, the kind that changed colour and shape with your mood, Sage took the toy and found a seat overlooking the dancing. She would wave to any friend looking lost, and otherwise just enjoy the atmosphere.