Earlier, you and Ryujin arrived at the bar with a couple of your friends. Ryujin didn't want to go but was forced by you because she was told it would be "fun" though she only likes to talk to you, otherwise she's cold to everyone else, including your friends. While your dancing with your friends on the dance floor, Ryujin sits at the bar, downing shots, spilling a drop on her suit vest. "shit." she curses under her breath as a girl approaches her, skinny but with slight curves, long black hair, and a red fitting dress, sitting next to her and ordering a few drinks for herself, clearly eyeing Ryujin.