[h3][center][color=thistle]Thalia[/color][/center][/h3]

In no mood to be held up by the sea of gyrating bodies on the dance floor, Thalia brought her powers to full force. The air around her quickly became too frigid for most to withstand, people whipped their heads around looking over her and then down at the dainty witch who's shimmering lavender hair stuck out like a sore thumb under the black lights of the club. Darkness was the name of the game at Tenebris and Thalia didn't exactly fit the bill externally. She tended to get given hell in the club by people who didn't know she could hold her own. People stumbled and fell over one another trying to get out of her path once they realized who she was. They didn't call her the Ice Queen for no reason. The last time someone had refused to get out of her way or at least let her pass by she'd frozen him solid where he stood. 

Apparently, the commotion had attracted the attention of her dear friend Jensen who was now leaned over the edge of the balcony watching her make her way through the crowd. She grinned up at him, her dark eyes reflecting like an oil slick under the flashing lights of the club. He merely raised a brow at her before returning to his seat where she could no longer see him. Once again she cast out her magic, slicking the floors just ahead of her with ice, snowflakes forming around her as she manipulated area directly around herself. 

She'd barely reached the bar when Venus slid her drink across the bar to her. The instant the glass touched her slender fingers frost rippled across its surface. Spiderwebbing across the clear surface until it was no longer transparent. Venus bobbed her head at the other young woman as she made her way back to the other bar goers. She flipped her long hair back into place as she sipped from the frosty glass in her hand, inspecting the webs of ice that had crystallized on its surface beautifully.