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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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Kun-woo presses his lips together, first into a line, then puckering them in thought. He's hemming and hawing, arguing with himself over whatever's on his mind. He does this a lot, it's nothing unusual. He even wobbles from one foot to the other while he's discussing the matter with himself. Before, at long last, "Can I ask you something?"

Yesung slows his listless meandering as he watches Kun-woo's expression change again and again, eventually coming to a stop entirely. He's clearly got something on his mind so Yesung patiently awaits to see if he's going to say it, or if he's simply going to figure it out on his own and move on.

Turning toward the young vampire, Yesung raises a brow and tips his head to one side curiously. "You may ask, yes."

"Um, I don't mean this in any kind of insulting way," he prefaces, chewing the inside of his cheek as he continues to mentally fret. "Since you're all sort of... I don't know, I guess since there's not really a collective, agreed upon kind of vampire society... is there some sort of hierarchy I should know about? I mean, you know like 'this person over here is an elder so he gets to be treated with more deference' sort of thing? And how would you know since it's not like you... we age or anything?"

He's so worried about making a faux pas and causing Yesung any embarrassment.

He's young, so Yesung gives him much more leeway than others and does expect a certain amount of potentially untoward statements as Kun-woo figures out his new life. So he doesn't seem terribly put off by the thought of a potentially insulting question to follow. A faint smile touches Yesung's lips as Kun-woo gets on with his question. Questions. "Don't concern yourself with anyone but your maker. I am the only one you need to be treating with deference."

"Ah!" He sighs, slumping in his relief. As if it wasn't obvious, he says as much. "That's such a relief! I was so worried!"

For all of the few minutes it actually occurred to him that he might have to actually treat other vampires a certain way simply because they've been vampires longer. At least with people, you can usually tell who's older. He was really worried, Yesung!

As if most things aren't obvious with Kun-woo! Now that they're past that, Yesung starts off on his aimless wandering around the party again, tugging on Kun-woo's arm to get him to follow. "You let yourself get worked up over things so easily." It's actually a little endearing sometimes watching how flustered he gets himself over things that Yesung considers quite minor. "When in doubt, simply refer back to me. If I'm showing someone respect, you should as well. If I'm not, then don't bother. Otherwise, concern yourself with only me."

Please never ask Kun-woo to be mysterious. He couldn't do it! He's too honest and too effusive. His face has subtitles! His body language is a subtitle! He really would fail at being a Mysterious Man of Mystery^TM.

The light tug is enough to remind Kun-woo that they were supposed to be walking. Right! Walking around the party!

"What if you're not around?" Asked with a very devastating pair of puppy eyes staring up at him. "I mean, I always try to be polite to people!"