"What a beautiful place"
Sitting on a rooftop with a bottle of gwentt in hand, Tasar offered a smile at the crowds that began to form below him. The points of lop sided fangs showing in his grin as his features were lit from the glowing orbs that peaked out from under long eyelashes. If it wasn't for the skin and horns, he would have been seen as rather attractive. Sadly he had to go with the idea that he was a make-up artist of some kind whenever someone asked, just so he wouldn't send them running on appearance alone. 

Still, that didn't cut down his love for music. He heard that both gangs were going to be here, hopefully for a peaceful gathering, the band was good and the night was cool. There wouldn't be many people that would pay much attention to anything aside from those up on stage. "Still hast to be careful, no need to cause nightmares to z little ones." Taking the bottle once more, he downed the rest of his drink, the taste of drink on his lips as the warm liquid ran down his throat and warmed his belly. Giving a satisfied gasp as the wisps of air passed his parted lips before vanishing into the wind itself.

Walking a wall as though he was simply taking a phone call, the godling pulled up his hood, placing a set of glasses on his features to dim the glow as he placed his hands in his pockets, head down, he began to pass through the crowds, mumbling apologizes as he bumped into a pair of ladies to try and get a better view.