Her fingers tapped lightly on the bartop in front of her as Emerance's hips swayed with the heavy beat of the bass. Emerance was eager to get lost again within the depths of the crowd swelling behind her, to lose herself to the music so she could go back to just not feeling. She was ignorant that the apprehension surrounding her had provoked the intrigue of the man beside her and his awful Hawaiian shirt - that was, at least until the weight of his gaze caused her to glance up and towards him. The jade hue of her irises lands, not for the first time, upon the loud flowery button down he'd chosen to wear for the day. It was an odd choice - such a shirt definitely stuck out in a place like this...so very far from the white sands of the islands. In fact, his very wardrobe was no less of an eyesore, the very hat on his head equally as gaudy and...well...awful. He was the very antithesis of everything that Emerance looked for in a man. There was no dapper suit or freshly pressed corporate approved tie, no rolex that spoke of money or a high paying job, much less anything cohesive about his wardrobe and yet...in some...particularly odd way he was still...weirdly attractive.
She was so lost in her thoughts that the young human girl hardly noticed how much she was staring, nor did she pay much attention to the warm grin he presented her with, those sharpened fangs standing out against the white row of teeth. It was the presence of a rather disgruntled voice that drew Emerance from her thoughts, the girl rapidly blinking back to reality as her jade hued irises turned to focus on the bartender in front of her. Emerance presented the man with a warm smile as she placed her drink order, though the gesture was not one that he returned. The ease of that pleasant simper wavered as he turned from her, clearly reaching for the bottles to make her requested cocktail only for a voice beside her to call out, causing the bartender to turn upon his heels with what she was certain was a death glare. Curiously, her gaze drifted between the bartender towards the man with the hideous Hawaiian shirt...and back again...and again. There was clearly something going on between the two men, though what, Emerance was incapable of discerning by staring alone.
Finally, her gaze settled upon the man at her side as he offered her some vague explanation for the clear tension between the two men - one that was...entirely unexpected. She hardly expected the fellow beside her to swing...that way...not that she was terribly judgmental about it. After all, both her brother and herself had been prone to their own...experimentation. Still, an easy smile crossed her lips as she watched him twirl the umbrella between his fingers,