Prudence + Lucifer
Prudence had done a lot of things thanks to magic, but flying had not exactly been one of them. At least not on her own without the aid of some kind of contraption or enchanted thing. She didn't think a jelly-like alcoholic shot counted, but here she was zooming around the dance floor with no brakes and no coordination. After a few close calls, her hair was tousled to the point of clouding her sight and she launched at someone with arms widely stretched. It looked like the Lucifer man, but she couldn't be sure. Her arm wasn't reaching her hair to pull it back fast enough.