At one point during a particularly adventurous wander through the crowd, Addy found herself on the outer of a writhing mass of dancers, very steadily making her way to what appeared to be an abandoned, dim corner. Once she got there though, it turned out not to be empty at all and in the shadows she could vaguely make out a familiar face. "B?" She whispered. "Abernathy gets an invite to this thing? No fair!"