Ingress finds a second wind when she sees the drag queens.
"They're glorious," she sighs, boggling at the height of the heels these ladies wear. She's never been able to manage walking on heels. It's the only look she can't rock.
The music is loud, but it's not as thumping and all consuming as the first club. She has a great time dancing for a little while, in between striking poses for Wei Wuxian and the camera. She asks a beehived stranger to get a few of the both of them together, laughing and enjoying the end of a wild night. Luckily, their helper is too drunk to notice that the camera is not of the Muggle world, thus preventing any extremely awkward interference by the Ministry of Magic that Ingress would have to defend.
All good things must come to an end, though. Ingress is exhausted once she steps through the painting into the front gallery, arm and arm with Wei Wuxian.
"Thank you," she says, giving him a tight hug. "Thank you so much for tonight."
She rummages in the duck satchel, which contains multitudes apparently, and hands him a glass vial with an aggressively emerald liquid inside.
"This isn't Tom's hangover potion; it's even better. It's a restorative from the Lady Serpentine, an ally of our house. Drink it and it will be like you never had alcohol at all. It even tastes good. Like peppermint and sharp winter mornings."
She presses it into his hand and then leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, and by the way, I've adopted you as my brother, don't argue, it's just how things are now."
With a wink and one more wave, she steps through the painting that will lead her to her room, her uniform, and her chance to hopefully slip all the things she borrowed back into place before she returns home to Valdemar.
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"They're glorious," she sighs, boggling at the height of the heels these ladies wear. She's never been able to manage walking on heels. It's the only look she can't rock.
The music is loud, but it's not as thumping and all consuming as the first club. She has a great time dancing for a little while, in between striking poses for Wei Wuxian and the camera. She asks a beehived stranger to get a few of the both of them together, laughing and enjoying the end of a wild night. Luckily, their helper is too drunk to notice that the camera is not of the Muggle world, thus preventing any extremely awkward interference by the Ministry of Magic that Ingress would have to defend.
All good things must come to an end, though. Ingress is exhausted once she steps through the painting into the front gallery, arm and arm with Wei Wuxian.
"Thank you," she says, giving him a tight hug. "Thank you so much for tonight."
She rummages in the duck satchel, which contains multitudes apparently, and hands him a glass vial with an aggressively emerald liquid inside.
"This isn't Tom's hangover potion; it's even better. It's a restorative from the Lady Serpentine, an ally of our house. Drink it and it will be like you never had alcohol at all. It even tastes good. Like peppermint and sharp winter mornings."
She presses it into his hand and then leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, and by the way, I've adopted you as my brother, don't argue, it's just how things are now."
With a wink and one more wave, she steps through the painting that will lead her to her room, her uniform, and her chance to hopefully slip all the things she borrowed back into place before she returns home to Valdemar.