She had known that it wouldn't be any different than usual. Family dinners were so often the very definition of a catastrophe within the Rosenthal household. Alistair had turned down the invite, citing himself too busy with work and his new position in the city as a Dark Hunter to be bothered with the antics of their father. He had told Emerance to stay home too but...she had always found it impossible to disappoint their mother. Still, Emerance had found a sort of ritual within her family's troubling dynamics. Though she had been epitome of the perfect prim and proper daughter over that meal, her father was still always capable of finding fault within her. Thankfully, his offer to join him within his office was one she was able to avoid with meticulous care, even at her mother's despondency that she was leaving so soon. Still, it was the nightlife of Sacrosanct that called to her in the aftermath of that brush with those childhood terrors. It was habitual, by now, to lose herself within the beat of the bass - to drown the sorrows and pain and everything else in the sway of her body and the flashing lights in the darkness, in the feeling of the crowd moving and sweating around her. It was almost intoxicating in itself, her hips moving fluidly with the music, her hands above her head as she closed her eyes - hardly caring that she was alone in a sea of strangers.
The song changed, and though Emerance hardly wanted to leave the depths of that pit of dancers, other needs could hardly be ignored. It was with a parched tongue that Emerance made her way through the crowd and towards the bar. Most of the party goers here tended to keep to their little cliques, ignoring the lone woman the same way that she ignored them beyond the brief 'excuse me' as she bumped into several rather enthusiastic dancers. A soft breath of relief left her lips as the girl emerged onto the fringes of the throng, this area vastly less...intense, though it was far more difficult for Emerance to lose herself. "Eh, sorry!" She mumbled, bumping into the man with a rather bright Hawaiian shirt as she slid up beside him towards the bar, only to lean over the bar top in an effort to flag down one of the bartenders. That brief glance of acknowledgement she was given was all Emerance required to wait patiently, albeit it bouncing lightly on the tips of her toes as her hips swayed idly to the music, her head bobbing while she waited. The jade hue of her gaze shifted back towards the crowd, only too briefly settle on the man beside her.
He seemed...odd. Then again, Hawaiian shirts in this city were odd to begin with. His very outfit was a sort of mishmash of insults to the eye - the very sort of thing that hardly identified her type of guy. No, she tended to be drawn towards nicely pressed button up shirts and dress slacks - though Emerance largely had her brother and father to blame for her preferences in well dressed men. What was it that they said? Girls tended to gravitate towards men who were like their father? If that was the case, she was royally fucked. Her elbow settled on the bartop, her chin lightly resting in the palm of her hand as her thoughts tended to wonder, the girl hardly realizing how she had taken to staring at that brightly colored Hawaiian shirt - at least not until a rather disgruntled man finally moved to stand in front of her. "What can I get you to drink?" Her eyes rapidly blinked as she turned her focus back towards the present, only to present him with a warm smile,