“Liliana.” There was no blatant purr to the word, but there was something about the way she said a name that imbued it with something special. An underlying emotion, perhaps, that most people lost touch with as they closed parts of themselves off from the world. Her brand of boldness was a little too open, which was more often than not viewed as naiveté. It wasn’t far off the mark, though lately she had been learning some hard lessons.
She looked along the bar, tracking Tich’s feverish pace until he got to her. Lil wasn’t here often enough to know anyone’s name just yet, but by the look of her, she wasn’t going to have a difficult time making friends. When she looked back to Eian, she smiled and held the drink up in a playful toast, though she did not drink to the cause. She seemed absolutely delighted to have to be yelling over the music. “Once. I have been here once before. I am used to being places that are less… Busy. Is it always so crowded?”