Lydia awoke groggily, sitting up. She was at home, and she had definitely overslept. She scrambled to her feet, tumbling out of bed before running to her closet, grabbing a couple articles of clothing, a white tank top and grey jacket and a black pair of pants, that she knew looked good together, throwing them on. She quickly brushed her hair, throwing the whole thing back into a ponytail because if Mythos was there she was going to knock him out. And she couldn’t have her hair in the way. She looked over her face, wondering if she looked okay. She checked the clock. The party officially started in about 20 minutes… Well, she could be a little late. She decided to take a little extra time getting ready. Not that she had any reason to! But people would have their eyes on her all night, so she might as well look good.

She finally arrived at the mansion forty-five minutes late, walking in. She immediately stiffened, the wave of sound and odor of sweat and perfume and alcohol hitting her face, making her queasy. Ick. This place smells like the co-ed bathroom in city park. The villains and minions dancing and talking and drinking was definitely not her thing, so she moved past. She made it past that room before she felt fingers gripping her sleeve. “Hey.”

Lydia turned to face them, noticing she’d caught the attention of a villain. “Oh. Hey.” She brushed his hand off. “Thomas. What’s up?”

“I just noticed you coming through and I thought I’d say congratulations,” his grin was from ear to ear. “I heard about your victory. Great stuff, Lydia.”

“Yeah… thanks. I didn’t earn it. But… you know, whatever.” She gave him a suspicious look. “I didn’t imagine YOU to jump on the popularity train, Thomas.” They’d grown up together, but they had since grown apart.

“I wouldn’t think of it that way! I was just telling you good job, that’s all,” Thomas grinned. Number four, or wherever he was now. He had always been one step behind her, but now she was far ahead of him. His powers were mimicry, but they had limits. He could imitate any power he had ever seen, provided they were physical powers. He patted her shoulder. “Good work.”

Lydia gave him a funny look. She continued going on through the enormous mansion, seeing doors and people everywhere. Well, I’m going to get lost here. I can already tell. My sense of direction is awful. She stumbled into a quieter room and felt relieved as the sound quieted behind her.

"You never did like parties, did you? Why are you here?" Thomas' voice seemed to come from nowhere and Lydia startled. She hadn't realized he'd followed her. 

"I- I don't know," she said, in a cranky voice. "Don't you have some villain friends to hang out with?"