Okay, so Hokulani wasn’t entirely into illegal things. Not entirely. But in the name of art, rules had to be broken. Especially with such an opportunity like this one. In this particular city, there was a clear division between the classes, and Hoku was... well, she was certainly on the poorer side. But art transcended such silly social constraints, able to connect people on a spiritual level.
She had to catch a few buses to get where she needed to go uptown, and it was obvious she did not belong thee, not with her wild hair and torn jeans that clung to her bottom and simple tank top. Her worn out messenger bag bounced on her hip. Given where she was going, she probably should have dressed up, try and blend in, but she really did not own anything like that.
State of the Arts was the hottest art gallery in the city, if not the country. And for one night only it was hosting work from some of the greatest artists in the country. Hoku just had to be there. The only problem was that admittance was by invitation only, as the owner of the gallery was... well, to put it bluntly, an elitist prick. Or at least, that was what she heard about Khan Noonien Singh. His knowledge of art was unparalleled- so she read -but he gave off the vibe that, as a multimillionaire, he was better than most, like the rest of those that ran in his circle were.
Not that Hoku cared. She just wanted to see the art his gallery was hosting.
Arriving to the gallery in the evening, she nearly lost her nerve. There were a couple of valets parking cars that were probably worth more than the entire block she lived on. Men in black ties and glamorous women in a verity of expensive dresses in vivid colors made their way into the gallery. She recognized some of them; actors and actresses, music artists, athletes, entrepreneurs, and even some politicians. People who would never associate with her in a million years. Unless she were serving them somehow.
Despite the security, she somehow managed to get it- someone had left a back door unlocked, possibly the caterers. Lucky her! Every wall, every light, was set up with precise care to show off each piece exquisitely. While plenty people ignored her, there were still others who did take notice; she certainly stood out, not only in her clothing, but her appearance as well. Not that she paid anyone any mind. She did take a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, less to drink (though she certainly sipped at it) than to have something to do with her hands.
She took her time, moving from one painting to another only when she was done taking in the beauty of the previous painting. The rapture was evident on her face. She wanted to go up to the second floor to see the rest, but she decided against it. The stair\case was wide open and people would easily see her. Not that they couldn’t see her now.
Hoku was so enthralled with the many paintings, that she did not notice the pair of security guards coming toward her with purpose in their black suits and earpieces. They either spotted her, or someone informed them that there was clearly someone present without an invitation.