Sonya
It wouldn't be a new year's celebration without music. It definitely wouldn't be new year in Vegas without music. That was why the young Russian who entered was idly, "Doosh-doosh-doosh"-ing along with the rhythm she heard, fingers tapping the side of a leg as she went through the entrance. The redhead's attention was distracted by the wristband ID which had been strapped on, lifting her hand up to twist it, this way and another, in visual scrutiny.
The one thing which took her attention? A whiff of food... Something the redhead's high metabolism urged her to make a bee line for and start filling a plate up with.