Having stared at people entering the club for a good while, it's not hard for Faye to weave her way through the crowd, hardly raising anyone's attention before she yanks lightly on Owen's arm, smiling at him. Hoping that she can convey well enough with one look that he should at least pretend to have been looking for her. Lessen the suspicion, not that there's necessarily any to begin with.
She's dressed the part tonight in dark leather, but all of muted. Not a lot of spikes and chains or anything too characteristic of someone trying hard.
"Glad you could make it," she murmurs, tracing her fingers down the back of his neck, lacquered garnet nails settling by his jacket. "Come on. I've been waiting."
She grabs his hand, leading her behind him until they're in one of the quieter halls.
"So I know that there are probably a lot of people around here wearing sharp teeth and looking the part just for the feel of the place, but I'm pretty sure I caught sight of a young man with very distinctive wounds on his neck, looking pale. Kind of hard to fake."
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She's dressed the part tonight in dark leather, but all of muted. Not a lot of spikes and chains or anything too characteristic of someone trying hard.
"Glad you could make it," she murmurs, tracing her fingers down the back of his neck, lacquered garnet nails settling by his jacket. "Come on. I've been waiting."
She grabs his hand, leading her behind him until they're in one of the quieter halls.
"So I know that there are probably a lot of people around here wearing sharp teeth and looking the part just for the feel of the place, but I'm pretty sure I caught sight of a young man with very distinctive wounds on his neck, looking pale. Kind of hard to fake."