Party stuff(open)

Ident had, in a most straightforward way, bought out the mine. For the night anyway. Sure, it might not meet safety, but a couple of thousand every which way and a promise to fix what he breaks? That's easy enough to get into the mines. Plus, he was a well-known partier. He just *had* to party where everything is shiny and reflective. It's a great concept for a party he thought.

Well, it had become night. His haze was focused upon being the host. Many people had arrived already, and many more would. This was a party anyone could go to and get smashed. Honestly, it was a wonderful place as far as Ident was concerned. After all, it wasn't his money he was spending.

It was others his parents had got gambling. Easily the best form of profit.

This day, he wore a custom-made, purple and black pinstripe suit. He wore vigorously expensive pants, likely costing over 10,000 dollars. His shoes were equally as spicey, and with how much gel he used in his hair, he shined brightly in the most literal way. He looked like a sleazeball. Albeit, a rich one.

There was a bar, that he had moved down to the mines. There was also just a bunch of rocks. Cause, yknow. Mine.

To Sylvi, the existence of the mine was a strange mystery, something she could hardly really understand or fathom why anybody would want to spend their days underground, hitting rocks for some reason apparently. The material gathered from such things or it’s significance to the world was lost on her and so the idea of it being the true motivation would never have crossed her mind. It was a bit smaller of a space than she’d like, and the wild girl thought it odd that there would be some…thing going on at night.

She didn’t really know what a “party” was in all honestly, and while some of the adults on the island had used the word before. She frowned looking down to the light her guardian had encouraged her to carry during this excursion, something called a UV light? Sylvi didn’t really see what was so special other than how the light felt on her skin. Rejuvenating in that unique way that normally only the sun was for her. Rather than the weird magical lights made by people. She didn’t like that light much, it didn’t feel nearly as good.

Regardless the “UV” Flashlight was large and cumbersome she wouldn’t have even come out here if not for the curiosity over this “Party.” The tan skinned girl was dressed minimally, with much of her midriff, shoulders, and arms showing as well as a fair bit of her legs being revealed. With extraordinarily short shorts and a tanktop that barely covered enough. One would think she’d dressed to be noticed, or some desire to stay within fashion trends when honestly she simply couldn’t stand the feeling of wearing more than necessary. When the short, tanned girl arrived her eyes swept over the place in admiration fo the preparations made which. While most of it wasn’t really understood how much it might have costed but it certainly looked impressive to the ignorant girl as her eyes flipped from one interesting thing to another.