By the stage
Someone hadn't murmured their devotional, wide and watery-eyed prayers to the gloomy side of the moon and the graces of the kami if this one was able to campaign with an isolated dangle, undetected and prying, out of the prison building she lived in and swing down the street from a hopeless hook. The velvet shadow didn't listen to the music that was going to be playing, nor did she like in particular the humid company of many bodies in one place, voices, vices, and opportunities for the trouble that, like a whistling of death and a spindle-story of secret sonatas, followed her around like a maniacal admirer. When she thought about it, the trouble lately wasn't half as bad as the kind she'd had her claws in as a kid...
Maybe it wasn't all that bad, then.
Although not managing to put much effort into what she wore, there was an old forgotten pink dress that she'd lucked upon years ago in a thrift store that more than suited the occasion. It also gave her a reason to try to behave. A strange result of the innocent hue of the dress was that it made the looks she threw shatter less dirtily, her eyes appear minimally dead and sinful, her mouth seem unforgivably harmless...
Cat-lined and shimmer-soiled, the marionettes made-up vivid eyes arrowed straight for her friend instantly, and pushing through tall crannies and steam punk nooks, she made it there without having to kill anyone for touching her. Tossing Adam a look; that was Adam, right? she spoke, "You look beautiful." in a raised voice by Dria's ear to drop her a compliement as a hello. Right as the drinks were mentioned.