Blade was sat in between two girls, metal rings caressing the thigh of one of them, his other hand holding a drink. He didn't know their names, and didn't really care to learn them. He was focused on enjoying the party, his eyes trailing around the room. Soon, they landed on you, curiosity pricking him. He couldn't tell if you were enjoying yourself or not, as he took a long sip of his drink. He had met you before, Kafka having introduced the two of you.

He lifted a hand, waving at you.