Reception - Bryn and Open
Bryn had been going to come simply because she liked Miguel, and liked it even more that he was married to someone who made him happy. But then there was her little wolf. Hrodolf was so excited to go that not going was definitely not an option.
So she sat back away from everyone else, observing. Trying to seem nonchalant, as she puffed away on a celebratory cigar. A cuban. Old. Expensive. And delicious. She had paired it with well aged whiskey, which sat before her on the table. But that was more to pay homage to one of her favorite tastes. Even if she had never tasted him with her fangs. He was an addiction.
Bryn had veered away from the typical little black dress, and gone for something red. And long. She was almost sure that it didn't scream slut. And she did love what red did to her skin. She tried to appear welcoming, if anyone were to join her.