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She had no idea where her husband was.

This would normally be a problem, but Psyke figured that since it was a masquerade ball, there must be a few random people walking around here looking for their dates as well.

Or, well, she had been, until she felt as if she was going to throw up all the food she'd ever eaten. Oh, well fuck. Psyke made her way to a table and randomly grabbed a glass of water that was sitting there (this was not the place to get drugged, right?) and took it down quickly. Ergh. ERGH. She hated being sick, and it was really the worst time for her to catch the bug! The boutique had just opened and she couldn't just leave it, and then there was Alex and Graciela being all--not married, and then there was the whole being married thing that made life lovely when she WASN'T THROWING UP EVERYWHERE GOD.

Sighing, Psyke sunk into the random person's chair and fixed her mask, hoping they didn't come back any time soon. Because, really. They weren't going to get their seat back anyway.