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[center][color=39FF14][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Eclipse • [color=FF007F][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk[/center]
[center][color=39FF14][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Handsome Stranger (if someone wishes to be said handsome stranger, let me know) • [color=FF007F][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]
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The glitter bomb exploded like a miniature starburst on impact, showering the alley in shimmering flecks of gold, pink, and venom green. Somewhere, someone screamed. Somewhere else, someone cheered. And in the wake of the chaos stood Lys Solwynd, five feet of smug satisfaction in combat boots and fishnets, her wild hair glowing with streaks of green where the glitter had caught and stuck.

[color=39FF14][b]“Oops,”[/b][/color] she purred, twirling the now-empty popper around her finger like a dagger. [color=39FF14][b]“Swore this was the bleedin’ rubbish bin, turns out it was a feckin’ priest.”[/b][/color]

The old man she’d accidentally bombed was still sputtering behind her, now covered in enough sparkle to summon a minor deity of camp, or at least host a Eurovision finale. She didn’t look back. It was Halcyon, if you didn’t leave the house expecting mild arson or impromptu enchantments, that was on you.

Instead, Lys sauntered down the neon-slick street, humming a song only she could hear. The nightlife had risen in full color around her now. Music pulsed from alleyways like heartbeats, laughter spilled from cracked windows, and magic buzzed in the air like static waiting for a soul to touch.

Tonight, she wasn’t heading to her little antique shop. No, tonight called for something louder. Wilder. Louder [i]and[/i] wilder.

The Eclipse loomed ahead–an underground supernatural rave club wrapped in shadow and soaked in glamour. Lights pulsed in time with the beat that throbbed through the pavement itself, and the bouncers didn’t so much check IDs as they [i]sensed[/i] your vibe. Lys walked right past with a wink, leaving a trail of sparkling footprints on the concrete behind her.

Inside, the club was chaos incarnate. Lycans danced like they were trying to break the floor. Vampires lounged in corners like velvet daggers. Fae spun illusions in mid-air for drinks and dares.

Lys made a beeline for the bar, snagged a drink from someone else’s tray without asking, and hopped up onto the counter with a predator’s grin. The bartender blinked up at her. [color=39FF14][b]“You can’t be up–”[/b][/color]

[color=39FF14][b]“I [i]am[/i], though, love...”[/b][/color] she cut in, sipping from the glass. [color=39FF14][b]“And before ya tell me to get down, just know I hexed your tip jar to yodel if ya so much as whisper ‘no.’”[/b][/color]

The jar let out a faint yodel.

[color=39FF14][b]“See?”[/b][/color] she beamed. [color=39FF14][b]“We’re already havin' fun.”[/b][/color]

And with that, Lys Solwynd raised her glass high, the ice clinking like fae bells, and toasted the night, the club, and whatever beautiful disaster she was about to cause next.

[color=39FF14][b]"Sláinte, ya filthy animals!"[/b][/color] she crowed, her Irish lilt thick as honey and twice as wicked. [color=39FF14][b]"Here’s to chaos, bad choices, and gettin’ lucky before sunrise!"[/b][/color]

She threw back the drink like it owed her rent and leapt from the bar with the grace of a misfired spell.

And promptly crashed straight into a stranger.

Hard chest. Sharply dressed. Smelled like expensive sin and worse decisions. Lys bounced off him like a glitter-streaked pinball and caught herself with a laugh, gripping the stranger for balance.

[color=39FF14][b]"Well now,"[/b][/color] she purred, lips curling into a smirk as her golden-green eyes flicked up to meet his. [color=39FF14][b]"Aren’t you a lovely bit of trouble. Fancy helpin’ a girl make some bad decisions tonight, or are ya the sort that needs convincin’?"[/b][/color]