Ceres/Eden - 8pm.
She'd obtained a message from Eden earlier stating that the other woman wished to be found, and for whatever reasons she happened to have, Ceres had braved the crowds - much to her significant dismay - in order to fulfill the other woman's request. A few clipped messages to pinpoint Eden's precise location had been sent and thankfully, regardless of whatever Eden had gotten herself into, she could still manage to type out the few details the Ranger needed to find her partner.
No matter what she had been through, how much she hated the scores of people out needlessly indulging a pathetic excuse for a habit when there were so many more important things they could be doing with their lives, or how rancid some of these folks smelled, Ceres had made her way to where she suspected Eden to be.
"Dire." Ceres' voice came out flat as she attempted to locate her partner. Eyes remained sharp for potential issue or trouble, and her grip remained at the hilt of her gunblade just in case. You could never be too careful in their line of work, especially when the unknown stimuli of alcohol was added into the equation.