[ Neil was there, dressed in a purple variation on the Celestial Being uniform. He was leaning against a wall and just watching the people move about. There was no alcohol -- specifically, no bourbon -- which he was quite disappointed in. So many thoughts weighed heavily on his mind, and his gaze was quite distracted.
Lacus, in her knightly armor was usually nearby, too. She looked more stoic than, well, ever.
Aren't they just the life of the party?
He sighed. If only the club wasn't dry, too... There had to be some way. He was smarter than this. ]
(ooc: Neil!Sumeragi and Lacus!Signum reporting~ There could be threadjacks, but mostly there will just be godmoding on either party's behalf.)