Onyx slowly became a little sour, dancing for this long. Her mood instantly went from a one hundred percent happy, to a bitter mood. Onyx loved to party, but something was off about this one. And Onyx did not like it one bit. She slowly excused herself and began to look for Becca. After ten minutes of searching she gave up and began making her way over towards the kitchen.

There was a sea of people Onyx had to fight her way through, stepping over people, being rammed into. They were so drunk, and so annoying. She wondered if she was like this when she were drunk. She shook her head. Onyx knew how to carry herself even when drunk, or at least, she hoped.

Almost to the kitchen, Onyx was pretty much body slammed into an obviously handsome man just standing against a wall. He looked almost lost in thought, if anything. Onyx quickly regained her balance and smoothed out the shirt of her costume. "I'm sure you've probably been molested by these drunk idiots already. I'm dearly sorry. It's not exactly easy trying to walk through them." Onyx told the man against the wall.