Peter looked up sharply at the sound of his name. He grinned brightly as the lovely form of Vianna Vincenzi appeared out of the crowd, though his grin faltered as he took in her puzzled expression, the girl seemed very displeased, Peter couldn't for the life, ahem, death of him, see why. "Vianna, my lady," Peter gallantly greeted the girl, giving her a sweeping bow. He frowned at her next words. Crashing the party? OH MY GOD, THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE CRASHING THE PARTY!

I uh... I kind of, um... Forgot," Peter sheepishly said, rubbing embarrassedly at the back of his yea through his hood. "We can start now though!!!" Peter exclaimed, looking about him for his fellow ghosts who were nowhere to be seen. "Um... I think we lost some people,"

Ned watched the conversation between the two lovers from the darkened shadow of a very tall and bulky boy, he was seething, this guy was totally a tool, what could Vianna possibly see in him? Ned sure as hell didn't know.

"I'm not good at lying Victor," Airi said, narrowing her eyes at the boy's pushy words and attitude, honestly he was acting like this was all for his benefit. Airi couldn't help watching the Italian, his movements were so full of grace and effortless charm, did he even know? Was he even aware that he could make something as simple as fixing his collar seem so sensual? She supposed the answer was yes.

His arm was around her waist, his arm was around her waist, his arm was wrapped around her waist. Airi couldn't think of anything else. She had never been so close to him, and every breath she took brought another sniff of his cologne and the smell of his freshly laundered clothes and Airi didn't know what she was supposed to be doing, but she looked up at Victor and smiled breathlessly at him.

"This is, very odd," Airi said, shaking her head at the absurdity of the situation, because Merlin's beard, but it was strange. "Should we dance or something?" Airi asked.