Selene had worn something simple, pale almost white dress and thigh high boots. Her hair was something she just couldn't do anything about. Amelia had been born with red hair, a bright red mop that refused to change regardless how many times that Selene had dyed it. It was supposed to be pale and light but instead it taunted her, a reminder of her mortality.
She had too many drinks already and it was still early. The slightly blurry edges to the world and the way everything appeared slower, more pronounced, meant she should slow down. Selene returned his smile. He seemed familiar, someone she had met before but maybe that was just because of the charm. Men all seemed to be cut from the same cloth. Mortal men were easy. A smile, a compliment, and they thought they could get under the skirt. Selene amused herself with them although she was always searching for one of her own, another god trapped within a vessel.
"Amelia." She affirmed, smiling in greeting as she studied him. "You look bored. You're not having a good time tonight?" Her green hazel eyes moved from him to survey the club where his attention had been before and then back to him.