Tace couldn't tell if he was asleep or not, his eyes were closed and time seemed to ebb around him. He snatched brief snippets of qualia as it flew past, a shuffle of footsteps, the feel of linen. The sensation trapped him in their clutches and he was buffeted about by their subtleties.
Sometime later, his dreamy state fated and he returned to the land of the living. The party was just getting started. Music faded into his conscious and once he caught the thrumming beat he couldn't sleep. Sighing, he awoke himself and stirred his eyes.
Pulling himself to stand, he made his way to the door. He still felt exhausted from the flight and he looked a bit of a mess but it didn't bother him. He had no expectations but to make a brief appearance at the part, glance it over, find nothing their that penetrated his fog of annui and spend the night nursing a cola. He slipped from room.
The room over was being cleaned by a pair of maids but it had nothing to do with him, so he passed by only glancing in to see the challenge that they had been presented with. He felt bad for them. People were so slovenly.
His condolences were mute however, and brief, as he continued to towards the now pervasive beat. He tried his best to form a silent compartment in his mind but the process was impossible. He was stuck between the vibrations from the bass and wall of decibels of the treble and the mixed left his head full to bursting. Still, he came to the fringe of the party and skirted its flanks, trying to find some area where he could manifest a modicum of control rather than being weltered by the constant noise and press of bodies.