The two of them were well past first impressions by now. The invitation almost went ignored, but it had been more than a few months since he'd last gone out that way. As an active captain the Unseelie army, he technically had a duty to make his rounds. Whether or not they officially included that spire was irrelevant. VIP 'pass' and challenging note in hand, Javik stepped through the fairy ring to whatever nightmare Damon had concocted for them.

The baron was, of course, otherwise occupied when he arrived. Fernando was very regretful, etc., so Javik took the opportunity to find the alcohol and pass the time on his own. The spire hadn't changed much, save for the amount of drunk and/or naked people hanging about. Not too much different from certain wards on the Citadel, actually.

By the time Damon found him, he'd already passed his limit on the number of drinks he'd allowed himself.