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Maybe Yuna should have felt hidden behind her sequined mask, but something about the nature of the masquerade made her feel more exposed than usual. The last thing that she had expected upon returning from Provo was to find an odd invitation written in verse that had been delivered to the Dragonblade’s headquarters for her. Caius and Celes had each received one as well, which had only increased her suspicions of the unusual request. Their group had more than enough enemies right now. Problems with the Original Sin had only gotten worse recently, and Yuna was still reeling from her odd encounter with Ardyn in Provo. She wasn’t sure that she would enjoy a masquerade with the mood that she was in—though she did greatly enjoy dancing—but she didn’t mind attending for investigation purposes. Not when she had a bad feeling about what might happen there.
She hadn’t however counted on splitting off from Caius and Celes to cover more ground.
Yuna did her best to hide in a corner as she watched her surroundings and tried to identify someone suspicious. The problem was that literally everyone looked shady in these circumstances, and she was certain that she looked no better in her sleeveless dress stitched together with different shades of blue and green. Her mask matched her outfit with the blue half over her one green eye and vice versa. She had decided to embrace her Al-bhed side while no one knew who she was, and it was that thought more than anything that eventually drove her away from the wall. She was someone else tonight. She didn’t have to refrain from investigating closer.
Yuna cautiously picked up a glass of champagne as she circled the dance floor, but after one sip, she set it back down with a grimace. It was fruitier and had a lighter taste than the wine that she’d shared with Ardyn, but the memories of that night were still too bitter. She didn’t feel comfortable indulging in alcohol again so soon afterward. She was still embarrassed by just how far past her limits she’d gone. Instead, Yuna steeled herself to find someone to talk to.
While walking around, she noticed several men asking women to dance, which caused her to perk up a bit. She loved to dance even if she didn’t usually get to outside of sending rituals, and surely she’d have a better chance to study people up close if she had a partner. Glancing around a bit hesitantly, Yuna’s eyes lit on a brunette boy who looked just a few years older than her. There was something that seemed vaguely familiar in his hairstyle and the shape of his face, but since most of his face was hidden behind a mask, Yuna wasn’t able to place where she had seen him before. Uneasiness pricked at the back of her neck, and she did her best to cover her staring by pretending to fix her hair that was pulled back in a bun. Could he have been one of the bandits? Was that where she’d seen him before?
Not wasting anymore time, Yuna approached the boy with a smile that she hoped reached her eyes before giving him a slight curtsy instead of her usual bow in the traditional Yevon style. She didn’t want to give herself away in case he remembered her too, after all.
“Excuse me, sir. I'd be honored if you'd dance with me.”
That was one way to test her suspicions at any rate.
“Uh, is it one foot forwards, or is it three steps to the right? Sorry, I'm no good at this fancy dance stuff," Bartz admitted as his foot landed on the woman's for the umpteenth. Whatever annoyance she had been suffering blew into full frustration as she pushed away from him calling him a few choice words before hobbling away back in the soiree. "Oops," Bartz sighed running a hand through his hair as he watched the woman disappear among the crowd. Bartz thought himself a pretty good dancer on all accounts, his crystal only helped a little in his opinion when it decided to help out, but this ballroom stuff was a cut above his skills. Bartz resigned himself to tracking Faris back down and seeing if could make the man pity dance with him after this his third failed attempt with a stranger
Bartz had been more than adamant with Faris about going to the Masquerade. "Well, I'm going with or without you. You and Krile can just sit around being boring ol' bums all you want." he had pouted arms crossed as he sat on the counter top of the very small kitchenette in their 'home'. Bartz had been enamored by the idea of the evening ever since getting the invitation. It was ritzy and stylish, and by all accounts not his type of thing. No he'd much rather be traveling, but since they still hadn't any leads on Boko, they were stuck here. A night of revelry, mystery, and free food and spirits? Well that was exactly the type of trouble he wanted to get into, not the city saving type of trouble
He'd not had one moment's peace after dropping all the gil he had scraped up for his outfit. In the end though despite all the grumbling and griping Faris had finally come around; Bartz knew his charm would work on the man eventually. They passed through the entrance without incident. Bartz was bouncing on the arch of his feet as he and Faris were past the entrance. It was all so fancy and Bartz didn't know what to oggle at first. "Wow!" was all he could say at present til he smiled and turned to face Faris. "Well then stranger, fancy a dance?" he asked with a wiggle of his shoulder that looked like he was convulsing from a sudden chill.
""Not until I've had a drink in me. Or two. Aye, perhaps it'll take the whole bar before I'm right around this crowd," was the response.
"Fine suit yourself, but you're missing out," he said with a two finger salute before the two parted ways. Bartz meandered about being mesmerized by all the festivity. He wasn't counting how many of the little glasses people kept handing him as cut past the buffett and towards the dance floor. He gathered with the small crowd that were learning the basic steps to a waltz were the tri fold disasters unfolded in quick succession. He'd let go of one person as they spun trying to stifle a burp all the bubbly libations had caused. Another, he had accidentally body slammed into, and then this latest foot stomper.
Bartz was about ready to just give up and go find some other fun thing to occupy his time when all of sudden someone approached him asking him to dance. Their voice was soft, and their dress and mask were super pretty, and Bartz had hardly heard the words before, "OF COURSE!" He clapped his hands with a quick fist pump follow up. "Alright let's do this," he said standing up straight and holding his hand out. "Wait," he rescinded his hand only to curl it up under his chin. "I think I start on left?" Bartz extended both hands out in front of him with his thumb and index fingers extended trying to find the L. "Got it," he congratulated himself with a grin beaming at the woman in front of him. "Let's try that again," he said with his left hand extended.
The boy that Yuna had suspected of being one of the bandits that had been plaguing the Dragonblades reacted with far more enthusiasm than she had expected. She resisted the urge to flinch backwards as he shouted his acceptance for her offer of a dance, and she had to press a hand to her mouth to hide her laughter when he did a brief fist-bump to show how ready he was. Any suspicions that she’d had towards the somehow familiar boy flew straight out of the window, so Yuna was back to trying to place where she’d met him before as he held out both hands to try to identify which side was left.
Finally, he correctly offered her his left hand with an easy-going grin on his face, and it was his smile more than anything that jolted her memory.
“Bartz!” She exclaimed, raising her hands to her mouth in surprise before she laughed and offered him a small bow of apology. “I’m sorry. It’s been so long that I didn’t recognize you at first. I hope you haven’t been breaking up anymore weddings.” She gave him a slightly teasing smile to show that she was joking before she finally reached out to accept his offered hand.
“If you aren’t busy right now, I’d love to catch up.” True, Yuna was supposed to be investigating the masquerade, but taking a few minutes to see what the friendly chocobo-whisperer that she had met in Provo had been up to couldn’t hurt. Caius and Celes were on the case too, after all. They could spare her for a little while.
“Caius is here too, but I promise your cape is safe tonight,” she said with a small smile at the thought of her mercenary friend. As the music started up again, Yuna glanced up at Bartz before hesitantly bringing her left hand forward to rest on his shoulder like she’d seen other women on the dance floor do tonight.
“I don’t really know the steps,” she admitted in a whisper, since most of the dance pairs around them seemed to be moving the same way. “Maybe you could lead us this time? I could show you a dance from Besaid afterward if you want me to lead one.”
Bartz shimmied his shoulders in anticipation as the woman took his hand. Alright time to show her the moves! he boasted to himself even as he tried to remember which way to move first. He was so lost in his thoughts as he waited for the music to start up again that he was caught off guard when the woman shouted his name at him. Bartz froze up for a second just blinking widely at the woman. He was wearing a mask how did she know it was him? "UH," he muttered as he brain tried to process it before a more important question popped up; who was this masked woman who knew him
A part of him wanted to slip away from the stranger danger, but the woman just kept talking like they were friends. Did he somehow stumble on that third person Faris and Krile had told him about, and if so was she a magician to be able to see past his mask? "Crashing weddings? Me?" he asked genuinely as his eyes darted to the left and the right hoping for a glimpse of Faris so he could excuse himself. What was this woman talking about? He hadn't attended any weddings in ... well Bartz wasn't sure he had ever attended much less crash one. Was this another one of those things he was supposed to remember about his "hero" days.
As Bartz continued to find his out he off handedly commented, "Why would my cape be in danger?" It wasn't even like he was wearing his cape for Caius to even burn this time. Wait. "Oh! Yuna!" he said lightly tapping his forehead an aha moment. "Well, why didn't you say it was you silly!" he scolded his finger wagging . "I know this is all secret secret, but you outed my first, so it's only fair." He nodded affirming his stern words statement even though his smile betrayed his playfulness. He was quite glad that he had found a friend instead of another unknown acquaintance in the sea of strangers.
"Tell you what," Bartz said tugging slightly on Yuna's head before stepping away from the dance. "I'm a little tuckered from dancing so much already; let's go catch up," he said turning to look for a way to the bar. Truth be told he was rather excited to dance, but after the previous encounters and Yuna's niceness in getting him a cape of similar material to his original, Bartz didn't feel she deserved the pain of his misplaced feet on hers. "So, you and Caius setting any more innocent people's clothes on fire?" he teased winding them towards a less crowded section of the bar.
"Two shots please," he said holding up two fingers to the masked waiter who approached them. "You here by yourself?" he asked as he gestured to the room full of attendees. "Can't believe I got an invitation to such a cool event, and Faris didn't even want to come until I dragged him here only to leave me high and dry." The waiter returned with two shot glasses filled with a concoction Bartz had never seen poured into a shot glass before. Then again he was used to whiskey and taverns, this must be some rich people stuff. "Cheers," he said sliding Yuna her glass before downing the thing in one gulp. It was smooth and silky and tasted of candy. "Two more of those," he said with a two finger salute to the waiter beaming at Yuna his eyes full of joy under his mask.
Bartz and Yuna drinking was the cinnamon roll combo I didn't know I needed
I will live with my sorrow
Bartz seemed a little nervous as Yuna gushed to him about being glad to find a familiar face here. Was the brunette boy not happy to see her? A slight frown touched at Yuna’s lips, but she supposed that she couldn’t blame him. Their meeting must have been traumatizing for him between the villagers trying to attack him and being briefly set on fire. Her presence probably brought up bad associations for him. Maybe she should consider his feelings and just take her leave.
Yuna nearly drew her hand away from his when Bartz suddenly laughed and said her name. He scolded her for not introducing herself, and Yuna felt her cheeks flush red in realization. “Oh! I’m sorry. I just assumed that you’d recognize me too,” she said with a sheepish smile. “That must have been awkward for you. My apologies.”
Yuna was prepared to do a dance or two with Bartz before they could properly catch up--she had promised after all--but she didn’t complain when Bartz tugged her off the dance floor and in the direction of the bar instead. While she enjoyed dancing, she suspected that neither of them would fare well in a world that they hadn’t been born in. She somehow doubted that Bartz knew the steps any better than she did.
“No, I’m still so sorry about that,” Yuna said with a laugh when Bartz asked if they had been setting anymore people’s clothes on fire. “Caius meant well. He was just trying to scare them off from hurting you, but it went a little poorly obviously.”
Bartz ordered two drinks for them at the bar, and while Yuna’s mind uneasily darted to her encounter with Ardyn, she refrained from protesting. Bartz was just trying to be friendly with her after all. This wouldn’t go at all as that night had.
While they waited for the bartender to pour out the amber liquid, Bartz commented on the splendor of the event, and Yuna nodded in agreement, deciding not to mention her suspicions of why they had been invited. She didn’t want to take away from his good time until she’d found something to confirm the unease that she felt. “I’m here with Caius and my friend Celes, but we’re spending some time separately right now,” she responded, tilting her head when Bartz mentioned a man he had come with. “Is Faris a friend of yours? I don’t believe we’ve met,” she commented as the bartender finally slid them two tiny glasses.
“Is...is this all?” Yuna asked curiously, picking up the small glass and glancing over at Bartz. The cup was almost cute, and she was relieved to see that the portions were so small. She had been expecting another huge glass of red wine like the ones that Ardyn had threateningly poured for her.
As she watched, Bartz threw back the drink and drained the tiny glass in one gulp, so Yuna did her best to copy him, grimacing at the slight burn that made its way down her throat with it. Really though, it didn’t taste all that bad. It was almost sweet in a way. What Ardyn had been drinking had tasted far harsher, but the difference in company might have had something to do with that too.
“Bartz!” Yuna protested with a laugh when he ordered two more shots of the strange liquid, but she gave him a small smile and took the glass anyway when it was presented to her. “Truthfully, this is only my second time drinking,” she confided. “I was...looked to by many people in Spira, so I never felt that I could.” She was silent for a moment before smiling faintly and clinking her glass with his. “To new beginnings,” she toasted quietly before draining the second glass. It tasted sweeter this time.
“Has anything changed with you?” Yuna asked curiously once they were finished. “You were traveling alone the last time we met, weren’t you?”
