Alice, Jasper & [OPEN] - 9:30 p.m.
The light effects playing over her skin strangely – though far from noticeably odd, given the range of races in the club right now – Alice grinned up at Jasper and navigated him again to the outer edge of the throng of dancers. It was close quarters, but it was the reason they had gone to hunt yesterday in preparation for the invitation arriving.
"You are doing just fine," she murmured, a sound that shouldn't have been able to be heard over the loud music, but she knew Jasper would hear it just the same. And he truly was. She didn't know if that simply was because he had finally begun to master a bit more of his once-nurtured impulses, or if it was the constant immersions in smells that was Los Angeles.
The non-violence rule was an intriguing one and it was something Alice wanted to see in action personally, rather than just by her usual methods. She didn't particular want to test it herself or in seeing Jasper or others in her family involved, but she knew someone would soon enough.