The rooftop seemed to be the safer option in the current climate. Somewhat. They were out in the open, London air breathing back against its occupants, but up here there was a filter to pass through from some of the dredges down below. The noise of the slots were enough to drive you absolutely up the wall, not to mention those that felt the impulse to sit there for however many hours before they satisfied their addiction.
Meagan kept her glass of champagne close, avoiding the game tables unless she had to, but there seemed to be someone else to come within her orbit. Gaudy looking thing... Dreadful. She thought appropriate attire was required to be allowed in here. Eyes flashed to the closest security before returning to the girl, small smile given. A scene wasn't required until it was.
"That's an interesting choice," she began while her vision took it in again, smile harder to keep. "What is it supposed to be?"
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