Zania could hardly pass up a costume party, even if she was late to arrive. It had taken her longer than expected to get into her costume, but the effort was well worth it. The checker-board corset poofed out at her hips, sweeping round to the back with a bow and a bustle, yet it all ended mid-thigh. Mixed with black lace thigh-highs, she looked almost ready to join a burlesque club, if the skirt were just a few inches shorter, or she weren't carrying a staff with a heart on the end of it. She'd never been one to stick to tradition and thought her version of the queen of hearts was far more fun than anything she'd seen before. Best of all, she got to wear a crown.
As she entered Sing the Rage, she grinned. This was just her kind of party, and it needed to start itself off with a drink. Approaching the bar, she smiled at the man next to her, then ordered herself a shot. No need to start out slow when she was already late to arrive.