He showed himself at the Mages' gathering - sure, there was more official paperwork to be done to get properly acknowledged, but Crystal figured he very well deserved a break.
It was time to check out the local nightlife.
Since it was well known that only suckers started out by going straight to a club, he chose a not-too-upscale bar to get warmed up. The location was decorated minimalistically, with colorful neon-lights giving off the atmosphere of faux-metropolitan futurism. The tables scattered around the rooms were made of light metal frames and glass, the barstools and couches covered in black leather that wanted to justify the expensive drinks.
A 70s-90s Disco-House mix sounded from the boxes, not loud enough to prevent conversations from happening but present enough to get you into the mood. It clashed with the interior, really, but Crystal was feeling the set at that moment.
The Mastigos himself was wearing brown loafers (wild leather, embarrassingly enough no-name), white pants and a navy-blue cotton shirt. A pair of Ray Ban aviator sunglasses hung from the first closed button of his shirt and he decided to forgo a jacket completely.
He looked pretty inexpensive, but it's of decidedly bad taste to flaunt everything you've got every time you showed yourself. Besides, he thought the whole outfit made him seem all the more careless and above it. Yeah, who actually cared about expensive clothes when going clubbing?
He opened a tab, got himself a gin tonic (Botanist and a tonic that brought out the floral tones of the gin) and got comfortable at one of the empty tables, scanning the room and sipping his drink.
One doesn't throw himself at other people right away - the night was still young and his drink was full.