Alicia Townsend, ordinarily an oddity in crowds felt almost at home amongst all the folks at the Rooftop Bar, the moonlight shone down, a gown of darkness being lifted even as midnight inevitably approached, she stared off into the night, seemingly absentminded with a trip to the bar every now and then, slowly having a personal favorite of rum and cola. Her blouse as white as the moon, yet her skirt darker than a shadow of the night. She witnessed the trio of gals speaking with the gentleman, a small smirk on her face as she got her next glass and sat at the bar, seemingly allowing her mind to drift amongst the stars. She fixed her glasses with her left hand, then trailing it down to rub against the black bow tie that she had on her neck instead of her open collar.