I hope you dance

Nova

It's not surprising that people notice her when she walks in the bar, considering the fact that she's quite literally glittering. Per her tendency when excited, a light shimmer of illusion magic sparkles around her body like subtle starlight as she bounces onto the dance floor with a delighted giggle. She spins once to the music before she's swept into the arms of a man. He's swaying a little strangely, grabbing her close with stumbling hands over her backside. At first, she laughs to have found a dance partner so quickly, but that doesn't last long. 

Nova's only had alcohol a few times in her life, but she's fairly certain that's what the rank smell on his breath is. She leans back, her face scrunching in disgust as she pushes her hands against his chest to escape the suffocating stench. It doesn't change the fact that he has her firmly against him, palming her roughly in a way that she doesn't particularly understand or like. 

Smacking her hand against his chest, she blasts his face with a gust of air. "Rude! Let go!" He just laughs trying to move her to the music when she'd much rather dance alone at this pont. "Don' be like tha', pretty." She nearly gags, shoving harder against his chest as she begins to consider shifting and tearing the insufferable man to shreds.

There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.