Roof, near a skylight
Zee had decided to attend the party at the last minute, figuring that going out was preferable to sitting in his tiny studio apartment. He threw on the closest thing he had at hand, something that played more to the Vegas weather instead of the party of a rich kid. The slouch slink that brought him to the line expressed his indifference whether or not he gained entrance, and the attitude itself moved him quickly through to the front of the line. The security didn't phase him - he'd inked several of them already - and they let him through with a grin and a quick handshake even though he had no money and looked it.
Once up to the roof, he found that most people were already well on their ways to being drunk, and he was still trying to cling to sobriety for this go-around. Especially after talking with Hunter on the journals, he felt like he owed it to someone - either his ex or himself - to keep sober as long as possible. So with a sigh, he found a quieter edge to the party, leaned his long form up against a tiny stretch of wall.