Wolfgang shouldn't be here, he's sick and adjusting to new meds has pretty thoroughly knocked him on his ass, but he has a date and he really can't blow it off any longer, so he figured he'd spend one night being social and then go back to burying himself in his room and sleeping for a year. He dresses fairly subdued, all white and silver, but well enough, he hopes, to properly fill his function as Someone's Arm Candy.

He balked at the entrance to the club but was not able to properly explain to Kahnde why the idea of having his mind altered or reality warped makes him deeply uncomfortable, so he's just kind of nervously enduring the possibility. He figures he'll make an appearance, then say he needs some air and exit for the night.

When his reptilian friend goes off to shriek at some of his friends, Wolfgang drifts over to the bar. He's not supposed to be drinking, but fuck, does he need one. He ends up drifting further towards Penelope because he is suddenly extremely grateful there's someone he knows here and that means he doesn't have to mingle.

"Hi."