It had been ages since Raven had been out to a nightclub. It wasn't as much fun without her friends from back home. There was also the small matter of her age - being eighteen and too honest to try and fake an ID, options were scant. She was happy to wear the glow-wristband that marked her as unable to drink, but most places didn't bother. So, she'd been excited when the Caritas text had gone out; classes were over for the evening and, in spite of the fact that she'd have to go alone, she packed her handbag and caught the bus.
She needed to meet people. She needed to be a little brave. There was no better time than tonight, right?
Of course, when she got there, the place was a bit much - loud and busy and full of more types of people than she'd ever seen before. Why, the man at the microphone was green. It almost made her red eyes seem normal.
Raven grinned and took a seat at an empty table. Evil people, she decided, did not sing jazzed-up versions of rap songs.
She kept her handbag in her lap. With the place as busy as it was, someone might need the other seats.