This was the strangest celebration Rikive had ever attended. As soon as she stepped into the door she was overwhelmed by the obnoxious music blaring across the entire...interestingly decorated room. Her 'escorts' abandoned her in no less than five seconds after arriving, apparently attracted to the barmaid serving what Rikive understood to be alcohol. Though none of it was the kind she was used to drinking.

She had no idea what was being celebrated, but when she caught the smell of food she ceased to care. She could clap her hands in excitement. This was why she had accepted the invitation to come up to the celebration, she knew there would be food. She made a beeline to where the glorious feast laid and piled high a plate of all manner of delicious scented food.

Once she had her prize she tried to find a quiet and secluded place to eat and get away from the annoying music. Holding the plate above her head she wove her way through the crowd of mingling mortals and supernatural beings. She was surprised to see and sense so many magical beings inside of the penthouse. She had assumed that since humans had invited her, she would be at a human celebration. How strange.

Oh well. She stopped by the bar and picked a random bottle of liquor to drink with her food. Highland Park 30 Scotch, it sounded like it would be good, though she did not get her hopes up. After all, her father had the best mead in all the Nine Worlds.

Spying a set of doors opening to the outside on a balcony, she made her way through the throng of people to it. The cool night air blowing against her heated skin made her sigh in relief. She sat herself down on a chair on the balcony and opened the bottle of alcohol before dining.

Her plate was almost empty and the bottle of decent alcohol now half empty when she was joined on the balcony by strange...Man? Rikive leaned back in her chair, picking up the bottle to drink from as she watched the fair and enraged man angrily jab his finger at a rectangle humans seemed so fascinated with. It didn't appear he noticed her yet so she turned her head away and kicked her feet up onto the railing of the balcony as she drank from the bottle of Highland Scotch. Whatever the man was angry about had nothing to do with her.