“I could hardly pass this up!” Summer sang out. “I haven’t been to a Halloween party in ages, and,” she gestured around, “I was curious to see if you guys celebrate it any differently.” She grinned, encased neck to toe in nearly skintight soft but sturdy canvas, dark blue and black and zipped up the front. A circular logo patch appeared on each shoulder, and two belts encircled her hips – one all little pouches, and one supporting two thigh holsters.
“I had the damnedest time deciding what to wear, too; wasn’t sure if you would want to see me in the leather or the bodysuit.” She winked.
Vex was glad to see that Summer had made her way to Carpe Noctem for the party. She didn’t usually go around the Fae-grounds that the Mesmer enjoyed, but every now and then, he convinced her to spend time in his territory. Smiling in her direction, he told her, “Nothin’ too different, love.” He took in the sight of her, a smirk appearing on his face as he leaned against the counter of the bar. “You look lovely,” he purred, tongue running briefly over his lips.
Nodding for her to come around to the other side of the bar where the drinks were kept, he offered her a drink of his spiked-latte. So far, the night seemed to be going off without a hitch. For that, he was glad; it had been a while since he’d got to celebrate.
Summer took a slow sip, though she could smell the coffee as soon as he offered it. She didn’t really like coffee, although this one was okay. She smoothed a hand over one hip, removing a non-existent wrinkle. “I’m glad you like it.”
Looking out over the floor, she remembered why she hadn’t been to a party in ages. It was crowded, everyone talking over one another, bumping into one another; the music was nearly inaudible despite being loud as hell. Her ears buzzed with the volume, and her head buzzed with the emotions. Gently she pushed the latte away after that one sip. “No alcohol for me tonight, I’m going to be higher than a kite anyway.”