Heavy bass thrummed beneath Haven’s feet as she stumbled through the club, she’d countless drinks under her belt by now, every one of her steps seeming so certain in her head but wobbling when they hit the floor. The pulsing music vibrated through her body while neon lights flashed in her peripheral vision, momentarily disorienting her already fuzzy senses. Fuck this. Pausing in her stunted stride, she tugged off her heels to tuck them awkwardly under an arm, the cool floor sending a chill up her bare feet. Though her gait didn’t particularly improve.

A lace, cropped tank top clung to Haven’s sweat-slicked frame, the long jumper she sported having slipped from her shoulders yet again to pool around her upper arms. The black denim skirt she wore had grown uncomfortable over the hours spent in the club - a place she’d forget come morning - digging into her waist and riding up her thighs to be tugged back down every ten minutes. Her tail swayed lazily at her legs, and it had about as much grace as the rest of her did, occasionally knocking against passersby.

She almost yelled when a hand wrapped around one of her arms, suddenly tugging Haven along through the crowd. When she finally managed to lull her head up to the culprit, she found herself staring at a pretty woman with dark hair and striking makeup. I... Think I came here with her? She’s preeetty... The scent of the woman’s floral perfume mixed with the club’s overwhelming smell of alcohol and sweat as Haven tried to focus on her face. "Huh? Whaddya say?"