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Scrawled on a black invitation in beautiful, gold coloured handwritten calligraphy is the date and time of the party, as well as one of Vena's addresses. Beautiful waterfront property just outside of a nearby city. The time on the invitation is listed as 8PM. Vena's attempt to accommodate any guests who may not be able to face the sun. Vena has a preference for nighttime anyway.

The home, itself, sits on a large piece of land with a well manicured and expansive garden on one side, and the harbour on the other. Inside, the home is very open, with plenty of space for party goers to lounge, and plenty of rooms for them to disappear into. There are only two bedrooms closed to the guests: Vena's own and one that that he keeps for his partner. There are floor to ceiling windows that look out over the large deck (where there's ample seating and a fire pit that will have a fire burning all night) and the harbour.

The decor and furnishings, themselves, are all dark shades (and not all white like in the picture!) of varying colours. Greys, blues, reds, and black, of course, with gold and silver accents and the occasional white showing up in a variety of places to break up the darkness.

There is a vast array of finger foods and an open bar, as well as a chef in the kitchen should anyone desire something a little more substantial to eat. He may even have a few humans set aside who are willing to be fed on, should that be what someone wants. Well, more like they're willing to do anything Vena asks, but to Vena, it's all the same thing.

As for the actual guests, an invite has gone out to anyone who isn't human, from demons to mythical creatures and everything in between. That isn't to say that humans aren't permitted (as more than snacks and servants) because they are, but as a +1. They must have something not human to accompany them, who will then be responsible for them for the evening. Don't let you humans get out of hand and ruin it for everyone else. The dress code is semi-formal and the colours are black and gold, just like the invitation.

Vena, himself, is dressed a little more than usual, with a few pieces of gold jewelry and some simple black around his eyes to fit his chosen colour scheme.

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Maybe 'personal assistant' should be added to Dorian's list of titles. His little mentee can keep him in the loop about anything of interest that he might learn about. Or maybe Sivan will just used Dorian's address for his own. Or all of the above? Yeah, probably all of the above.

When Dorian approaches, Sivan is wearing an incredibly offended expression. It has nothing to do with his dear little mentee, of course (have any negatives feelings toward Dorian? He could never!) but everything to do with the fact that he's just been shooed away from a conversation that he actually had no business trying to be a part of in the first place. Don't they know who he is and what he does? Don't they know that he simply can't help himself? Getting into other people's business is kind of his whole thing! Whatever. They seemed boring anyway.

Like flipping a switch, his entire face brightens when he actually takes note of Dorian. Dorian and the offered drink, which Sivan wastes no time taking off his hands. Before he actually partakes of the champagne, however, he takes a low, sweeping bow. "Of course! I wouldn't dare risk upsetting and disappointing my adoring fans!" he says as he straightens.

Personal assistant is a fitting moniker. He can add it to his resume, right after The Great and Amazing Sivan's biggest fan. He'd be happy to contact Sivan whenever he gets info on events going on that might be of interest to him. Things are always more fun when Sivan's around!

When he sees Sivan bowing, Dorian bounces on the balls of his feet and claps like an eager little child. "I'm your biggest fan!" As if Sivan doesn't know that already.