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you insist on dancing like that you’re going to continue to have an awful time finding someone to hit the floor with you.”
    They walked inside together as they laughed and talked. Brianna was still shaken from the wild ride. She’d been pleasantly surprised to find out she didn’t have to pry her fingers loose from the armrest and dashboard where she’d developed a white-knuckled death grip.
    They walked through the hotel’s opulent lobby and across the ocher marble floor that gleamed in the light from the chandeliers overhead. The lush, potted palms were huge and healthy. Bellhops walked past, pushing their polished, brass carts. A red carpet ran up the center of the wide marble stairs, held in place by long brass rods, to the concierge on the next level.
    Brianna pointed to a sign. “It’s this way, in the port and starboard ballrooms.” The girls followed the signs to the two huge rooms. They each pulled out their tickets and gave them to the doormen as they entered.
    “You know,” Amber grabbed a hors d’oeuvre from a passing server and popped it into her mouth. “The Witches’ Ball is one of only a few Pagan social events of the year. It’s mainly for meeting others of similar beliefs.”
    Brianna nodded. “I remember, you told me. It’s also a great place to network or to find other people who may have a particular skill, tool, or service.” She wrapped her arm around Amber’s shoulders. “Thanks so much for teaching me.”
    Amber grinned. “I love it, and you know it.”
    With the party already in full swing, costumed guests milled around everywhere. The rooms were thick with people of all sizes, shapes and magical persuasion.
    “There must be at least five-hundred people here this year. What a great turnout,” Brianna said, completely awed. Glancing around the enormous hall, she took in the beauty of the large room. The black, red, and gold carpet beneath their feet was patterned like the carpet in a turn of the century hotel. The chandeliers overhead were immense. They contained a copious amount of crystals, causing the light to prism, sending colorful light patterns throughout the room. Everything looked as magical as she thought a Witches’ ball should look.
    The costumes ranged from the common witch or court jester to outlandish vampires with blood red capes and filed or capped vicious-looking canines.
    The ball committee, as usual, rented two conference rooms in a local hotel and conference center. One room held the vendors and food. The other was reserved strictly for the contests and dancing. Both rooms were decorated with a plethora of hanging plants and incense holders. The many witch-balls—silver painted glass globes filled with small pieces of string to trap negativity—were beautiful.
    “Do you know what I like the most about the ball?” Brianna asked with a smile.
    “What?” Amber turned, her brow raised in question.
    “I like the fact that it’s air conditioned and it has toilets.” Brianna said tongue in cheek.
      ”Unlike the gathering of the tribes for the spring and fall where we all have to rough it for five long days?”
    Brianna slipped a glass of Coke from a passing waiter. “I like the sleeping on the ground and cooking over an open fire part.” She took a sip of her drink. “I really don’t mind roughing it, but I would like to have showers and a toilet.”
    “But that’s the best part!” Amber looked shocked that Brianna could say such a thing. “We all save water and electricity when we’re there!” She reached out and snagged another hors d’oeuvre from a tray and crammed it into her mouth.
    Brianna looked on with disgust. How many of those stupid things was she going to eat anyway? “Maybe, but we deplete the ozone with the use of extra deodorant,” she said, giggling.
    Amber’s eyes narrowed. “Do you feel strange, Bri?” She swallowed her snack and looked around.
    Brianna shook her head. “Uh, uh. Should I?” She turned around and