Emma arrived several hours after sun down, pleased to see that the part was in full swing. She hadn't made it to the guest of honor just yet - someone she was very interested in meeting. Everyone knew of Captain America, but the man beneath the mask was something of a mystery...a mystery that Emma had heard was very easy on the eyes.
She leaned against the far end of the bar, elbows propped against the counter and doing a very good job indeed of making her low-cut ivory dress look even more low cut. With her hair pulled back and a diamond choker around her throat, she was something of an imposing sight, champagne flute in hand.