Luna and OPEN, around 9.30pm
Luna had sort of felt like hiding in her room tonight. She remembered parties back in LA when she'd still been with her husband and too many of his rowdy annoying friends had showed up. So often on those nights Luna had sneaked out to sit up on the roof and smoke, cradling a shitty beer and focusing on the warm night air.
But hiding wasn't an option when she was working. She was almost positive that if she'd told Peitho she didn't feel well, Peitho would have let her bow out of the proceedings. But she didn't want to start that precedent and, besides, she didn't feel unwell. Tonight just seemed like it was going to be... exhausting. To be in a party full of gods just seemed like the most extreme version of any party.
(She'd done a tarot reading for the night earlier and it had been somewhere between Unclear and Not Great.)
But she'd also put a lot of work into it all, and felt somewhat accomplished because of that. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad. She could always sneak out onto the street for a few moments if she needed to steal that time for herself.
Her outfit wasn't particularly flashy - it was a dress she wore often enough - but it was something she felt comfortable in. She'd always liked the look of herself in this, the expanse of her colourful sleeve tattoos on full display.
At the bar she'd ordered herself a espresso martini, and made her way over to one of the windowed walls to look out at the beautiful shining lights of the city, her silver bat earrings catching the lights from the apartment.