A quiet celebration.

[Rodent]

Mehndi finally finished performing and stepped off the stage in grandiose fashion. Well, it was more like leaping off the stage and barely managing not to land on his ass, but it was grandiose. After a fashion. He put on some more music on the player, and slumped in one of the chairs, clearly tiring from the effort now. He grinned however. It was going well so far, and he was pleased that his efforts had paid off. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he closed his eyes for a moment, resting them. There would be more performing in a bit, but not right now.

***

Lewis lounged in a chair, watching the people circulate. He remembered why he was considering not coming. There were too many new faces in this party, and he found that he'd lost the capability to relate to them. But, the drinks were good at least. He'd probably get a little drunk soon enough and then leave this joint, but for now...

Noticing Sanders walking up to one of the purple haired women, Lewis shook his head in amusement, but that soon changed. The woman touched him on the cheek, and Sanders' expression changed dramatically. Long years of training kicked in, and Lewis started reaching for a weapon that wasn't there, rising...then sat down when Sanders calmed down. It was strange, but it looked under control...for now. He'd have his eye on them though, the purple haired figure suddenly seemed a lot more intriguing than just a novel hairstyle.