While Artemis seemed somewhat at a loss, Atropos was already having a marvellous time. Not that the look on the Huntress' face wasn't reward enough in itself, but this Monkey chappie clearly knew his way around a party. Open bar, good food (and ooh, she was itching to nab another one of those yummy spring rolls), a DJ, and a dance floor to top it all off. Yes, she decided, this had been an excellent idea.
Artemis might have refused to put on a frock, but the Crone was dressed up enough for the both of them, unmissable in a violently magenta dress and glittery shoes. One hand was curled around an obnoxiously girly cocktail, and in her eyes there was just the smallest glimmer of mischief as she cast her gaze across the other guests.