Nyx Ulric, OTA (Multiples Welcome)
A party. Nyx hadn't been to a party, wait no, he had attended a party. Days before his death. Day? Something like that. Though this time around, he was able to be a guest, instead of the royal guard that he was. Standing at attention watching and waiting. Tonight, he was going to be able to have a beer and a drink and a burger! Good things happen when you were able to have good food greasy food like this multiple times in a short while, especially in their situation.
So, Nyx went to this barbecue birthday celebration of the Tony's. Two. Plural. Still weird. He knew one, and one was his friend at least.
Then his eyes caught everyone wearing a black tie. Or a bow tie of some sort. This was awkward. Nyx while out with Jan was able to find something that resembled his military uniform to a small degree, but a little bit fancier. So he wore that. The <a href="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/81MMBJVHG8L._UX342_.jpg>coat</a> had a high collar, and simple buttons down the front. Under was just as simple t-shirt, and then matching heavy weight slacks. Then because he went nowhere without it, his belt and sheathed kukri was worn leaving the weapon on his thigh at easy access. Trying not to be awkward, he grabbed a beer from the beer tub, cracked it open and look about the decent crowd.