Re: PRE-RAID MINGLING
Joss had been out, moving from one club to the next when her surroundings changed. The best cure for any headache was another drink and the pounding of music on the dancefloor. Her shoes that were carried in one hand vanished, as the sleek flapper dress clung to her skin. Her hands smoothed it down once, before she spun around on the floor.
The air was smoky and her skin felt hot. No one noticed her yet, but she felt good for once. Calmer. A little like she was when she was Badr...
Hullo, came a mumble from her mind. You do seem to like these places.
Joss jumped, stumbling backwards into the redheaded woman. Even she wasn't tripped up enough to hear things. No, really - it's just me. Nice to meet you, don't do anything stupid. It's a bit embarassing to be you, you know.