"Darling, pace yourself, the night is young," came a clear, familiar voice as Felix strolled up to Remus' place against the wall. He had refused to dress entirely in black, and instead wore a three-piece suit with purple satin details, a shirt of the exact same hue, and a tie that sported the same dark plum. He carried a highball glass in one hand with, of course, something black in it, though the glass itself was half lost amid the bright tattoos curling the wizard's fingers.

"Every time I find you, you're decorating the wall," Felix observed with a smile that was broad and warm, and rarely earned by anyone. "And while you make a truly fetching decoration, you do force one to travel far to find you. Hello again, Remus."