JULY & SHANNON | AFTER MIDNIGHT
Parties were not foreign entities to July, really they weren't. As much as she didn't like most people, especially the stupid ones, she did like having fun. She wasn't even that worried about the theme she'd been told was definitely something most people were following. What concerned her was how many influential, not to mention important, people there would be at Romeo's little shindig. It was uncharacteristic for her to be nervous about anything, but when one was trying to break into the music business it was kind of hard not to agonize over every decision.
If it hadn't been for Devon, though, she wouldn't have gone at all. Career building or not, she would've found some excuse to talk herself out of it. She was only here because he had been instructed by Romeo that he needed to make an appearance, and he had convinced her that she should to. (July had been told the same thing, to be fair, she'd just been choosing to ignore it) There was a drink in her hand, not classy champagne but an actual drink, and she'd finished a few shots right after the ball had dropped. Her hair, which she'd changed to a cute cut that went to her chin and was colored in yellow and green, was mussed from dancing and running her hands through it periodically throughout the night but she didn't care. July might not have been an overly confident girl, but she knew she looked good. The leather pants, made of the shinier material, fit her petite frame like a glove (And it was her frame. She never altered her body unless she was changing into someone else; just on principle), and she'd even thrown on stilettos instead of the combat boots she might have otherwise worn. She was trying a different look than normal tonight, so she figured she'd go all out with it. A metallic latex and leather top was cropped to just below her breasts, leaving her creamy midsection exposed along with several of her tattoos. July had had a friend superimpose the faint outline of Edward Cullen from Twilight on the shiny, kaleidoscope surface, with the faint words "Team Edward" blending in and out of the silver and multicolored pattern in such a way that it was almost like a hologram; there one second and gone the next. In this type of setting, it likely wouldn't be noticed, so her secret obsession would stay safe. However, July found it incredibly amusing, not to mention appropriate. Twilight was definitely a fetish, after all. She'd discarded her leather jacket at the beginning of the night, feeling too hot for the extra layers, and that feeling had only increased as the night wore on.
Green eyes flitted around the party from behind her mask, body idly moving to the beat even as she looked around for someone to bother.