Oceana's in her element, grinding her ass up against some sexy off-duty Peacekeeper's groin, eyes nearly shut as she rides the wave of sweaty bodies that has taken up residence in the middle of her living room. Or at least, she's in her element until some rude little shit bumps his bony fucking hip into her. Her eyes fly open, ringed in smokey black and purple with rhinestones dripping down her cheeks to resemble tears, and narrow at the really shitty pick-up line she's being graced with.

"Sorry," she yells over the music. "I've already got a twink in my life."