The clear, blue sky was engulfed in the Darkness. Stars were chatting and an air of drunken sophistication rummaged through the black. This world was so foreign, yet surprisingly lively. This party. It was like the Earth had been dipped in the finest wines, of sin and of merriment.

There were some that danced to the upbeat music on the dance floor, but not all were brave. Others just wanted the social standpoint. There was the wall flower though. That one young plant that sat, waiting for her time, yawns coming more often than her breathing. She knew little of what the people around her spoke of. She wasn't like them, she wasn't one for dance.

Red was the color of the drink in her glass, not fruit punch. At least, not the sweet and refreshing kind. More the expensive, mature type, like the people who surrounded her.

She had taken it, as promised, but she knew her father would be watching and refused to take a single drop.

Gazing around uninterestedly, she saw the Night had brought in unique types that the little Day never noticed before. Who they were, she had no clue, but the way they acted, approached each other.

Lucy wanted a taste of that.

The only source of Light, artificial, was the bunch of lanterns hung along the walls fencing this party in. There were also a few lights on the trees, some hanging from the low branches.

Tables with white sheets draped over them were scattered around the edges of the dance floor, a fake-lit candle as the centerpiece of each.

As the Night was a contrast to her home.

True Light did not exist in this realm.

She tipped the wineglass slightly towards her parted lips, but a hand promptly took it from her, leaving her puckered lips with nothing but a kiss from the man who dared take anything from her.

"If you desire a fine taste of this, you might need a new cup." Said the Moon, or Alfendi, as he apparently preferred. After he spoke, he downed the warm wine in a second, then placed the empty glass on the table with the smile of the devil.

Her awestruck expression lasted so little but she questioned him anyway, "How can you drink that so quickly?"

"It takes a bit of time to get used to some of the more awful tastes, but I have become accustomed to the edges of alcohol. Besides, this one practically had no unpleasant fruits. So warm, all I could feel was the alcohol. A novice such as yourself would have immediately revolted from such flavors." He sat in the metal chair next to her, his mirth continuing at her possibly irritated glare, a hand holding his head as he rested the elbow on the table.

She frowned, then rested back unladylike in her seat, saying quickly, "You made a promise."

"I did, didn't I?" He moved the glass to the other edge of the table and shifted himself and his chair closer to her. His golden eyes spoke the true meaning of his words. The double meaning in what he implied.

Lucy's frown faded into interest, and she shifted restlessly in her gold and white dress to be near him. "You did, but you took your time in doing so." She responded softly. Her left hand drifted towards his free one.

"Quell your heart, for it is only autumn and parties at Night do not occur with the Light as much as they should." Alfendi's fingers accepted the offer and wrapped around hers.

"Still such a gentleman."

The music around them changed from a cheery jazz to something much more scratchy to Lucy's ears.

"Ah! That time already!" Alfendi exclaimed, standing up suddenly and taking Lucy with him.

"Wot is this music? Don't you 'ave summat more pleasant to t' ear?" She questioned, the feeling of disapproval even obvious in her expression. Lucy followed him though, only because of hidden curiosity and because he was pulling her.

His hand guided hers and he had her twirl around. "It's not quite as refined as you would expect. Night only has few options for genre; jazz, pop or classical. Then there's this option, one that bridges the Day and Night." His face became quizzical as he asked, "Do you not enjoy folk?"

Lucy gasped as he tugged her into his chest. Wisps of cigars, gunpowder, wine and cologne were blending together and now all she could smell on him. Her gaze fell back on him, knowing he'd want an answer. "I've 'eard of it. I just don't often listen to it. I don't remember it sounding so like this before."

"Maybe there are some subtle differences." He guessed, circling them both around and releasing her from the close proximity. "But you can't exactly dance to jazz, and that was the only other choice for this particular party."

"Wot do ya mean by that?" She asked with a tilt of her head as the moved to him again.

"Nothing important, young Sun. A detail not necessary for this dance." Alfendi brought himself closer and stepped back again. His eyes were connected with hers and to him, the music was silent as she spoke. As they moved, he felt his heart follow the beat and remind him of the tempo.

Suddenly, Lucy found herself staring up at the Moon and his glow. His grin noticeable and his reddish hair falling towards her, the curled tips barely grazing her fair skin. Before the moment could last the eternity she had begged for in her mind, she was back up and face to face with the man of the Night.

Yet this realm was just as happy as the Day.

Like Light was a rich man's virtue.

It was not needed for the joys of this Life.

Lucy only then heard the change in atmosphere. It was calm, relaxing, because the music had slowed. That was why all she could see was the man holding her close and gently.

Hesitantly, she inched closer and he complied at her permission.

With a warm passionate kiss.

But it was a blessing, whenever it came around.