--- club

@Zhang Yue Qian There was something to be said about crashing a demon's party but Hayley couldn't quite put it to words as she gazed out over what could only be described as a teeming throng gyrating to whatever passed for music booming through club's sound system. The scent of , lust and alcohol hung heavily in the air almost to the point of nausea but the wolf didn't mind it so much. At least things would be interesting, or so she reasoned while looking for a somewhat quieter spot to people watch and enjoy her drink. The whole thing was much easier said than done as she carefully navigated the constantly changing obstacle course that was the interior only to find herself near the outer wall with not a drop of bourbon spilled. "Hell yeah." she mumbled to herself, figuring no one would hear it amid the cacophony going as she found a nice railing overlooking the dance floor to sidle up to.

No one seemed to mind her presence nor pay her any attention which was just fine for the wolf. She had even dressed the part; a sleek black dress hugged her curvy frame but was otherwise not very remarkable one way or another, appropriate jewelry adorned her neck, wrists and ears to give her just enough sparkle but not enough to really draw the eye. The only thing truly of note about her attire were the bright red heels, a favorite pair of hers, that served as a pop of color in an otherwise monochromatic look. Everything about her outfit was designed and chosen to blend in socially at such an event without being so plain that it would raise suspicion. In some ways, crashing parties was her way of keeping her skills as an agent sharp without any of the serious repercussions and she liked it that way.

The wolf took a slow sip of her bourbon, idly watching the dancing when she caught the sight of another figure doing something similar not far off. Hayley turned towards them a bit, a warm smile growing on her features as she nodded and lifted her glass to sort of acknowledge their seemingly mutual desires and habits at that point. If it were quieter she might have said something but for now she was testing the waters silently to see just how open to communication and perhaps company the other might be.

@Hayley Atwell The bass to the genuinely terrible, but perfectly hype EDM song playing over the club's hi-def speakers throbbed in Yue's veins and rattled her bones as they pushed through the thick crowd of people enjoy Noctis's premiere night club. Their second drink was held high above their head to prevent yet another spill; the front of their fitted red dress brandished a sizable, but drying stain that was thankfully covered by the much-too-large blazer of the party host that they lost track of not even ten seconds after being graciously gifted the cover-up. It was his birthday - technically - the big First Century, so Yue decided to let him off the hook for ditching them. Just this once. The demon finally managed to come out of the throng of people bumping and grinding against one another and found pillar to post themself at. They lifted their free hand to shove their long fringe, in desperate need of a trim up out of their face and pale blue-grey eyes scanned the lower floor for familiar faces, either to avoid and to hit up later. With a soft exhale, they leaned against the wall and crossed one ankle over the other before tipping the contents of their glass past ruby tinted lips.