Nyx // Madison
Nyx arrived when the event was well and in the swing of things. Naturally, Nyx said a few hellos to a few people. Crossed paths with a few others and chatted for a longer moment, but ultimately Nyx was going down the path of pure unadulterated inebriation. Sure, he was coming back out, and the box of stuff that belong to Crowe was no longer weighing him down anymore, truly thanks to Peter. If Peter hadn't come to check on him, who knew how long he'd of been locked away in his own head and self-loathing.
So here he was. With this weird bottomless cup of weird wizardy booze. No complaints. It was thoroughly doing the job for him. Even with his high tolerance.
Which lead to this moment much later in the night, where Nyx found some random blonde. This was the problem with this place. No matter who, what, where, when - this place produced random people at random times and Nyx never knew how new or old a person was. Regardless, this one he was staring at was new enough from the month prior. His intoxicated brain weighed a few options on who it could have been that he hadn't met yet, and couldn't place a name. Besides, the moment he talked to them, they'd likely get ripped back out of this place. That seemed to happen often enough. Fuck it.
Nyx walked up, cup in hand. "Hi." Well, that was pretty fuck it for Nyx. He pointed at the young woman. "You're new - actually quite new." The Glaive pointed out the obvious pretty soundly. "I'm Nyx." Maybe the man should attempt not drunk talking to new people in the future. Fuck it.