Violet was anxious as she checked in with the doorman, a formidable-looking wizard of very large size. The 'dress' she'd chosen was more flirty than fun and while she felt somewhat empowered to be in it, she felt more nervous than anything. What was she thinking? Wes was clearly... trouble. But she liked him in a weird way - she felt like even though he was a flatterer and manwhore, he wasn't ever bullshitting her. She liked that sort of confidence she saw in him.
She found him not long after entering the gorgeous space and felt herself relaxing a bit to the music floating through the air around her. "Hey," she said, coming up to him, but not too close, tucking her hair behind her air.