It was one of Airy's rare nights off and she'd decided to go out dancing. She didn't have any company with her but she really didn't need it. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a black shirt with ties on the side that showed off the smooth tan skin on her sides. Her hair was loose, curling around her shoulders in messy waves as she danced.

It wasn't until she was heading back to the bar to grab herself a glass of whiskey that she noticed Maze.

"Oh." She laughed, her smile bright and warm. "Sorry. I was trying to get to the bar. I didn't mean to run into you." Or stare. Airy might be staring a little bit but it wasn't entirely her fault. Maze had that kind of confidence that drew the eye.