Cassandra
Cassandra had needed a night out. The Stables were nearly back to functioning at full speed for the time of year. But, it had taken no small amount of work to get the staff, animals, and buildings back up in three weeks. By the time she was done, the reopening of Patrick's club seemed like the perfect form of stress relief.
So, she'd donned a sheath dress with an asymmetrical hem in a deep sea green, a pair of matching strappy heels, and gone dancing.
After a few dances, however, she was getting tired of avoiding the hands of a number of young gentlemen on the dance floor. Slipping away with smiles and apologies she didn't mean, she made her way to the bar for a cocktail. Sipping her drink, she looked about for a place to stand out of the way and watch for a little bit. She smiled when one presented itself. Eventually, she needed to find Patrick, congratulate him on a successful reopening.
But, for now, she was happy to just relax for the first time in months.