A cup was held loosely between her fingers as she wandered around the room, eyes taking in the flashing lights and the drunken partygoers. The party was great, but she knew that right now, all she wanted was some fresh air. Eleonora deftly made her way through the crowd to the backdoor, tilting her head back as the bass thumped through the air, enjoying the music even as she got closer to the door— before cursing as someone bumped into her. “Fuck,” she whispered as she stumbled into someone. Her cup fell from her fingers, but she paid it no attention as she whirled around to steady the person she’d bumped into. “Sorry about that,” she said, an apologetic smile on her face. “Some schmuck tripped over his own feet and shoved me— are you alright?”