It was another party. Devi was slowly having her fill of those; the suits and silk, the lights, the champagne. Oh, the champagne. It was a Girl's best friend, considering the 6 inch heels that put her at an even 6'2, or the long, black corset, off the shoulder styled dress that showed off her figure and still spoke plenty to her goth and punk tendencies with the buckles and belt.

It was also her third glass and she sipped it from her barstool lazily with an apathetic stare over the crowd. If nothing else, she had to admit that it was worth coming, just to see everyone else all dressed up and getting drunk, like their lives weren't all a little chaotic and messy.