The party was seemingly extremely exciting and most of the guests seemed to be having fun but Camille didn't feel it. She was usually the first one to show in events like this, not really being a party girl but her presence was demanded and it was always good when the downworld got reminded of her. Her thin fingers were holding the stem of wine glass and mind was wandering deep into her PAST, to the days when she was dating who she thought of her first love and the following relationships that all ended up never enough. Familiar scent hit her nose when her chin raised and eyes looked up across the bar. " WARLOCK ." She muttered mostly for herself and the gloomy expression vanished in second.