Noor, dressed to the nines - as per usual - had found herself out at an expensive nightclub with some friends, none of them caring even remotely about their class schedule or homework or whatever responsibilities they may have had that night. The far more important responsibilities were drinking - which was exactly what Noor was trying to indulge in, teetering on her high heels near the bar, so she could order another drink. Or, better yet, get someone to order it for her. As she glanced around at the options near her, her eyes settled onto a vaguely familiar face, her expression turning into a bit of a sneer before she had even processed who it was. Her eyes met Bowie’s, as her one eyebrow arched up. They had only met a few times, Noor having learned his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend? She honestly wasn’t sure, considering how little the story had interested her) was in the same circle as some of the people at Luxor she had become friends with, including the people that she was there with that night. But Bowie had failed to impress her, the opinion she held only sinking lower with each additional meeting. “I’m surprised they let you in,” Noor said, her voice just loud enough over the pounding music of the club that he’d have to lean in to hear her. 

“So. Completely original question that I’m sure you’ve never been asked before.” Cece casually strolled across the floor of Hex, not quite meeting Bowie’s eyes as she spoke to them. Her fingers grazed a shelf filled with tiny apothecary bottles, the contents of which Cece had no earthly idea. “What kind of secret, magical item do you have in here that can tell me exactly what to do to really get my life going again? And where it’s going so at least I can prepare?” Cece didn’t even know if she believed in any of...this, but she was at the point where she just needed some sort of sign.

Location: Hex

Eddie walked into the shop, both curious and skeptical. She didn’t believe in this stuff, probably, but it looked cool and she was pretty sure the owner danced at the Dive from time to time. Eddie’s eyes scanned past the bundles of herbs and the different colored, smoothly polished rocks that were out. Picking up a candle she smelled it, shrugged, and then put it back. Noticing a display of rings, she couldn’t help the small, childlike smile that popped onto her face. “Oh, pretty stuff.” she said, spotting one she like and like a magpie becoming immediately fascinated. She already had a bunch of rings, both on her fingers and even more at home, but she could always use another. “None of these are like... bad luck charms, right?” she asked. It probably wasn’t real... but you could never be too careful.

“I have to tell you something,” Sassa said as she breezed into Bowie’s room, little announcement of her arrival or concern that she may be interrupting something, dropping down on the couch as her eyes turned to Bowie, her expression serious - though there was an almost feverish brightness to her eyes, excitement with something. Presumably, whatever she felt she needed to tell Bowie. “I don’t know how true it is...but, I heard something about who the cops supposedly suspect is behind Greer’s disappearance.”