While walking the moonlit streets, you hear the club across from you. The beat thrums throughout your body before a fae with long blue hair flings open the door. He escorts a group of people out of the club and he seems quite familiar with them. They don't take long to say goodbye to each other and before he could go back inside, his eyes lock with yours. His eyebrows squint, either trying to get a better look of you, or deciding what he thinks of you.

He flutters over.

"Hey, haven't I seen you before..?”

His voice trails off, unsure and pensive. He gives you an up and down look, scanning your silhouette and style before giving an approving nod.

“Nah, guess I haven't…"

"My bad. I thought you looked familiar, but if I can’t remember an icon like this, then that’s a damn fucking shame!”