He was almost too high to sense another immortal but he did and didn't care. It wasn't one of his family, wasn't any of his friends so what fuck did he give? Exactly.
He danced a little more before he left to the bar to order himself a drink, something gently sparkling, pink and smelling like watermelon smeared against the corner of his mouth and down towards his neck, glitter in his hair and a glowstick round his neck.
"Double whisky, short coke, no ice but lemon please." he yelled to the barman so that he'd hear before he turned, realising he was near the immortal and smiled. He felt a shock of something now that he was closer, something he didn't know how to read. Maybe they just clicked? "Hey!" he grinned cheerily. "Uhm.. come here often?" he asked.