There was something to be said for being an accountant to the same man who owned a Club. Usually, when the arduous work of cataloging figures and near endless calculations, was over - the Draconic need only walk a short distance away to join in the fun. She had heard the music through the office door, and her perfectly sharpened bronze talons had been tapping out a beat long before the accounting was actually completed.
Fortunately she had been able to concentrate - but then, for all the typical complaints of 'all work and no play', the Draconic did enjoy what she did.
The Draconic slipped into something more club-appropriate and stepped out into the loud bustling activity that Apocalyptica's presence had drawn. It was not entirely her sort of music, but it still managed to make her sway to some internal beat.
She walked upstairs to afford herself a better view of the crowd, and the other Lost who had arrived for the concert. To those she knew, the Draconic acknowledged with a passing wave or a friendly greeting. Rook, Anya greeted with a playful wink - but perhaps to save him some embarrassment in the crowd, she refrained from being particularly overt.