A little music never harmed anyone - Dion

Time: around 8pm, 4th of April, 2015
Place: a flat in an apartment complex, located in Southside
Weather: mild, taking the season into account. Slightly cloudy but no wind or rain.
Outfit: black jeans, a bralette made of lace and a see through silken shirt over top. Stilettos with far too high a heel.

This was the last place she wanted to be.
The air was filled with laughter, music and chattering, as she moved across the wooden floor. It was quite new, which gave her the suspicion that sooner rather than later, someone would take a nosedive caused by clumsiness. Her long brown hair had been fixed into an arrangement of soft curls which framed her face rather elegantly. Her makeup, although subtle, gave a good indication of her level of self worth. She needed no lipstick or mascara to prove herself to be something - but it never harmed anyone to look pretty. A small winged eyeliner and a red lipstick, and she was all good.
The flat had been newly renovated. Aaron, the owner of the flat and her good friend through some time, had arranged for this little get together as a way celebrating both the finished renovations and Cassandra’s 20th birthday. She wasn’t keen on the attention, and as she had tried to make excuses for why she ‘sadly couldn’t be there for her own party’, Aaron had cut her off and told her that there was no discussion. If she wanted to sleep on his couch, she had to deal with a party. End of story.
So, there she was - at a party she didn’t care for, with people she didn’t know. At least there was beer.. with a can of weissbeer, she was standing hushed up into a corner; trying to make sure no one could sneak up on her. It was through events like these that Jonathan, her psychotic vampire-ex, would be able to track her down. She wasn’t going to risk it.
Some guy, clearly just an intoxicated human, had thought it appropriate to go celebrate the birthday girl with a rather intrusive way of asking her out. He had a hand placed on the wall next to her head, and his face less than a few inches from hers. He wasn’t totally unfortunate looking, but she wasn’t going to risk anything with a human. They freaked out every time her paternal genes shined through. Still, he didn’t seem to take no for an answer. Clearly drunk, and very loud, he tried to convince her in a Chad-like fashion to at least give him a chance. Cassandra, who wasn’t gifted with a larger portion of patience, ground her teeth slightly, before once more telling him she weren’t interested. Then came the accusations of her being gay. A few curse words and slurs were thrown her way, without the guy even moving his hand. She was cornered, with a drunk oaf blocking her exit from the situation, all while he whined about how unfair it was that all the hot chicks - his phrasing, not hers - were lesbos.
It was rather unpleasant, to say the least. Right now, all she needed was for Aaron to get his cute little ass over there and remove the Chad-guy before Cass ended up doing some serious damage to that numbskull human.