Closed [The Quay] We drink, and drink, and drink some more

[Firenze]

Her head felt as if it was starting to float, the cider was hitting her and quickly, she wondered if she might've downed it too quickly. In the attempts of trying to clear her mind, she made it more muddled. The cup wrapped up in her hand and her chin resting against the rim, keeping it close so that she could get a sip whenever she wanted, her eyes watching the beautiful woman that was talking to the person next to her.

As she was watching the woman she felt a hand rest on her leg, startling her, the warmth from the palm radiating into her skin underneath the thin layer of cloth that was her skirt. "By the way, you look beautiful tonight. That dress suits you so well," Dor'gen spoke as she glanced over to see who dared to lay their hands on her. His long muscular arm was stretched out, reaching under the table, where it was sitting on her leg.

Firenze's face flamed red, all thought and feeling of the jealousy from earlier dismissed. He was focusing on her and that's all she cared about at the moment. She looked into his light colored eyes as they shinned in the flickering lights surrounding the party, there were some shadows in the depths of them that flashed for a moment and then were gone, almost making her think they weren't there to begin with. The alcohol that was running through her system made her forget almost as instantly as she had noticed them.

She placed her hand on his gently, grabbing two of his large fingers with hers, both taking up the entire space of her grip, and smiled at him. All her attention was focused on him, the sounds of banter, laughter and music drowning out to a dull murmur.

Then it all came rushing back, like a smack to her face as a flurry of purple and curls flew into view... and hopped right onto Dor'gen's lap. What in the... Firenze jumped a little at the sudden movement, her own movements slowed by the cider. A creamy skinned woman, with brown and golden curly locks was there, planted right in between Dor'gen and Firenze, and Firenze wasn't too happy to have lost her euphoric moment. "What do you think about my dress?" The woman spoke, smoothing out wrinkles that Firenze couldn't see were there.

Taken aback, she sat there for a moment, watching the woman smiling, Dor'gen's hand still resting on Firenze's lap. She squeezed his finger's harder, not wanting to relinquish what little bit of him she had to herself. Dor'gen remarked about the woman's dress and her jealousy came back full force. She had to think of something to get his attention back to her.

Fire tried to peer past the curls to the large purple man underneath, "Dor'gen would you like to come dance with me?" She smiled sweetly, trying to get his attention back to her. Looking back to the woman who had plunked her rear into Dor'gen's lap, she held out her free hand and forced a smile. Teeth showing in a half smile, almost to the verge of a sneer, as if she were trying to protect what was hers,
"Hi, I'm Firenze. You're sitting on my date."


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[Lo'campo]

Entering the building hood over his head, Lo'campo got a look at the numerous of people within the place. He saw many faces, none that he recognized of the bat. He couldn't believe that Minerva had him come to this place. "You need to work on your people skills" she said, and he agreed. Now he was here and knew not what to do. Scouting an empty corner and downing a cup of ale, he moved through the crowd bumping into others as he passed. Everyone looked nice and cheerful in their nice colorful clothing and bright faces, then there was him dressed in all black robes as if he were an undertaker. He could do this, this was nothing compared to all the other things he did. Stopping in his tracks, he removed his hood allowing his long flowing hair to fall down over his shoulders and past his back. A start if anything. Continuing his journey, he nodded his head to those that passed him by, receiving a scowl or looks of fear in return. His mind was blank. Why were they giving him such bad faces? Had he done something? Was he not invited? The announcement said that everyone was invited. His answer was given to him when he approached a mirror showing the reflection of a man looking as if he were going to kill someone. That had to change. Petch he had to smile. Taking a breath, he moved his mouth first focusing on the left side giving a smirk, then the other side- no no no, that looked too scary. Again he tried now showing his teeth only to resemble a menacing dog. Shyke this was hard. Maybe if he made himself laugh. Focus, he watched the mirror using all his mind power to conjure something humorous. "[i]Pink Akalaks for some reason was the first thing to come to mind causing him to give a bellowing laugh that caught the attention of those close enough. Great, now he was embarrassed, but he had a great looking smile on his face. All he had to do was keep that look when he greeted people. "Hi I'm Lo'campo" he introduced himself to the first person he walked into. This wasn't going to work and he knew it. He was out of place, his comfort zone. Taking another drink, he thought again and took more now getting a light buzz. Now he was cooking as the ale burned a little on it's way down to his belly. He didn't always drink, but when he did things got....fun. Forgetting his original plan of diving for the darkness of the corner, he decided to stand outside the crowd of people, and watch the party from the side. It was somewhat humorous, some were, drunk, others were really drunk, and then there were those that had that look of lust in their eyes though they were still drunk. A low growl from his stomach as it demanded food. He searched the room coming across some fruit to which he made a face of disgust before catching the scent of pig. Helping himself, he took a piece, then retreated back to his original location to finish it off as if he were a dog in a room full of wolves. Things seemed to be going good so far. Things were nice, peaceful, he wasn't agitated at all, but this didn't mean that he would let his guard down, sliding his hand into his robes to rest it on his lakan. Minerva was against it, he wanted to have it just in case. He felt bad now seeing that he may have been the only one to bring a weapon to a place for having fun. He was pretty sure he was the only Akalak in the room, which made him happy seeing that no one could catch him getting an eye full of the beautiful women that walked and danced. A shake of his head, man was the ale starting to set in. Taking another drink, then chasing it with some Cider, he watched looking for something to join in, not wanting to spend the event standing in one place looking at everyone else have fun.

[Pulren Marsh]

It was quite a party and it was indeed in full swing. Pulren plastered that smirk he liked to carry as Palaren on his face like a regular pair of undergarments. It appeared that a great many of the guests were pairing off and assembling to dance, the moment fortuitous as chairs became free. Pulren casually grabbed an empty one, carrying it behind himself as he made his way to the table of dwindling foods and drinks.

Piecing together some meat and fruit, the liar poured himself about half a tankard of ale, downing it in order to give himself the smell of a partygoer without the dulled senses. He did not wish to risk another attack as had occurred before in his quarters, so water would be the drink of choice. He filled two tankards with cold water so that he would have one and anyone else who might be too deep in the grog could have a line out to safety. With his hands more than full, he moved through the periphery of the main floor as the violet armada began to sway and flourish, chuckles and hugs abounding.

A beeline was made for his Zeltivan companions as well as the others gathered among them. Since there were free spaces available, he placed his plate and the two tankards down before him, the chair placed between his legs and backward so that he leaned his chest against the back. He could see Bitzer and Web on the floor and it brought a slightly more genuine smile to his lips. Both sides of the coin and the edge. Of course, his face became the picture of friendship for S'Essy and Markus Kvist.

Fingering at some of the pig and chewing at the bits that weren't gristle, Pulren looked at the pair of purple dresses that flanked the largest purple man that the Zeltivan had ever seen. Not that he had ever seen any size purple man, but still, he was a large one. Whatever might occur between the dueling lasses looked like it might become the entertainment. Oh, yes. Get the name out.

"S'Essy, Kvist. I trust you rested well today?" he took a long drink of water and eyed the purple man, raising his glass toward him. "Drowning in a sea of violet adoration. I salute you, Sir!" A berry or two went down to greet the pig in Pulren's stomach. It wasn't so difficult to become part of the party. The dancing and movement, not to mention the easy barrel or three of alcohol made him so pleasantly insignificant. His eyes did set on Viper, however, which made him thirsty enough to consider jumping right back up.

But no, that would be a costly mistake, as the previous owner of his chair might decide to come for revenge and seating. No, he would simply absorb the scene and drink his water. Watch the fun and absorb what names he could. Mingling would come once the alcohol was gone and the crowd thinned a tad.

[Tara Kenja]

She took the compliment with a small cheeky smile on her lips. “Thank you, I have to admit you look very handsome tonight.” Taking her small hand she placed it softly on his large, muscular, chest and than removed it. His touch sent a little blush into her cheeks, though it wasn't much. Her face could have literally been shimmering with excitement. This party would have been her first of many things.

Tara initially heard that the men were supposed to be court the women to dance. If he wasn't going to ask than she would for him. This dance would be her first, maybe it wasn't his and he could show her the ropes. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies and excitement. She opened her mouth for a slip tick than closed it, her lips were formed in a polite smile.

Than she spoke up, only to be interrupted. “So, I was thinking maybe you could-” Turning her head to look behind her, her curls moved along with her. The moment the voice enlightened her that Dor'gen was not there for Tara her smile slowly dissipated. Tara looked at the hand and thought about accepting the greeting but she didn't. Turning back, she felt to embarrassed to look Dor'gen in the eyes.

Tara thought this was something she was supposed to know. Over all it made her feel stupid. After all why would he be there for her. From the time she looked at the woman to the time she turned around it was easy to tell she held beautiful features. Ones that the Kelvic presumed she could never hold. She wasn't even sure she could justify her actions of jealousy. Tara didn't even know why she acted this way.

Swallowing her romantic intentions she whispered."I'll let you get back to your date." Forcefully Tara pushed Dor'gen's hand off her lap. Than she looked at who he originally attended the party with. "Forgive me.. Firenze, please, I should have know he wasn't here for me." There was a painful smile on her soft pink lips. Though, it was obvious she was not upset with the woman.

She had no reason to be, she clearly came to this party with someone and Tara was in the way. Flustered, she abandoned the table and went to see if there was anyway to get her hands on what everyone else was drinking. If she could get what they were having than maybe it would replace her fractured self-esteem. Alcohol was becoming a little more appealing to Tara. Her smile was no more. Was this a party?

Tara cursed herself, how stupid could she have been. She was a doctor! She thought she should have known better. Navigating through the crowd, there wasn't anything she wanted more than to leave this dreaded gathering.

[Dor'gen]

There was always a sort of hubris that came with living for an excessively long span of time. This pride steeped itself in the supposition that there were very few things under the sun that could surprise; for such a longevity surely afforded knowledge of most things. Although it was not a sort of thing that Dor'gen publicly stated, he carried this arrogance in his heart. Two hundred years had afforded him the knowledge of life and its circumstances...but he was slowly beginning to realize that the sum of his "wisdom" was viewed through the lense of Taloba. When it came to things foreign to the jungle city, such as matters of infatuation, the Akalak was woefully ignorant...and that ignorance was beginning to show.

By no means did the Akalak have any desire to harm, nor did he want to playfully tug the heartstrings of those he had come to care about. In his mind, the point of the evening was to have a good time among fine drink and fine friends. However, at the nudging of his darker sibling, it seemed as though things were beginning to take a drastic turn. When Tara seated herself upon Dor'gen's lap, a perceived territorial boundary had been breached. Firenze all but bared her fangs at the woman and passively dismissed her...through inviting the Akalak to dance and boldly stating that he was her date. In response, Tara promptly rose; and even the king of obliviousness himself could see that there was damage done to her feelings.

And that ticked him off.

The sad reality of the matter was, Dor'gen wouldn't have even begun to show "attention" if not for the "misguided" advice of his sibling. By ascribing to those very words, he had managed to lay the foundation for a situation that he really did not want to be in. "Remind me to never take your advice again." he snarled, allowing his brow to furrow ever so slightly. Goa, being the "smart" man that he was, knew not even to say a word. Dor'gen happened to be like an inferno when frustrated, and so much as arguing would have made the situation all the more worse. Turning, the Akalak placed his gaze upon Firenze...who still happened to have his hand tight in her grasp. "I don't dance." he said simply. "I'm going to grab a fresh plate, and clear the air. I'll be right back...and then maybe we can try."

With that said, he gave her hand a slight squeeze. There was no need for her to feel like his frustration was her fault, after all. However, now was not the time to divulge the existence of Goa...especially not in his current mood. Rising, he gave Firenze a look that said: I'll be back for you. Before stepping off, he regarded the toast of the newest arrival with a simple nod. Perhaps if he were calmer, he would have laughed and returned the gesture. Reaching down, the Akalak claimed his tankard of cider before braving the swaying crowd before him. With diligence, his eyes danced from patron to patron as he attempted to find Tara. Despite the lighting, the search wasn't all that difficult; for there was only one with such curls as Tara's.

After a few ticks, the Akalak managed to find his friend.

Stepping forward, he took a moment to figure out what the petch he could possibly say...before settling upon being blunt and honest. That was his typical course as it was. "Tara..." he breathed, coming to a halt beside her. "I...invited you here tonight because I wanted to enjoy the company of those I care about. I don't have many of those here...or anywhere actually. Tonight wasn't supposed to end with anyone being hurt, especially not you." He punctuated this with a solid swig of his beverage...Gods knew he needed it. "I care about you, I truly do; so much so that I'd gladly take a blade for you. I..I'm sorry, I guess is what I'm trying to say. Please forgive me?"

Feelings were awkward for the Akalak to express. Apologies were even more awkward. Dor'gen though two hundred years in the jungle were difficult, but that all was a cake walk compared to this very moment.
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[Firenze]

Watching as the girl sitting on Dor'gen's lap turned to face her, Fire noted that she didn't shake her hand, so she dropped it back to her lap. Dor'gen's hand still in her's, she heard the woman talking to him, "I'll let you get back to your date.". Firenze felt that things might be starting to look up and that she could get Dor'gen's attention back on her. Until the woman spoke again, "Forgive me.. Firenze, please, I should have know he wasn't here for me." Startled at the woman's words, she felt a pang of regret for the way that she behaved. Normally she wouldn't have been so rude, unless it was someone trying to peddle their wares to her that she had absolutely no use for, but the unusual feelings that were coursing through her were foreign, in addition to the alcohol magnifying said feelings instead of helping to ease them.

She kept her eyes on the woman as she stood, smoothing her skirt and walking off. Fire could tell that she'd upset the woman, but at the time she felt that she'd had the right. She sat on Dor'gen's lap! What am I supposed to do?... Firenze, get yourself together! Taking a swig off her mug, eyes trained on the curls that bounced away and out of sight, she saw Dor turn to her out of the corner of her eye.

"I don't dance." The words that slipped out of his mouth slapped her in the face. Mouth agape she just stared at him, unable to think of what to say. Did I offend him? How do I fix this? I don't want to ruin the whole night because of this, it's supposed to be a party! Hopes of having an evening of dancing, drinking and being merry came crashing down around her.

"I'm going to grab a fresh plate, and clear the air. I'll be right back...and then maybe we can try." He squeezed her hand that she'd forgotten she was holding and got up. His eyes on hers for a moment, she watched the silvery orbs, feeling like he was trying to say something but was unsure of what it might be. He turned and followed the curls that had stormed away. Heart dropping in her chest, she watched the giant man, his back to her, making is way toward the other woman. Petch it all Firenze! You did it now! You stuck your foot in your mouth. Turning her head to the side slightly, her hair spilling over her shoulder, she looked into her drink.

She didn't know why she felt she was in the wrong, the woman had interrupted such a wonderful moment that she'd been having. She hadn't felt the way she did around anyone, as she did Dor'gen. These unfamiliar feelings had her confused and frustrated, and pummeled her with so many other unaccustomed sensations.

Her head swimming slightly, she took another long pull off her drink, she was going to be needing another one soon if she was going to make it through the night. She didn't want to get another one because Dor'gen and the other woman had gone in that direction and she really didn't want to have to deal with those feelings right now. She just wanted to have fun! By Gods, she was going to have it!

Turning she surveyed the table, trying to determine if there may be someone that she could talk to. Maybe if he finds me talking to another handsome man then he will get jealous! That would teach him! Some of the men were talking to other women, she didn't want to interrupt them, but then there were a few that weren't. They were just sitting there watching the others at the table, just as she was. She smiled sweetly, trying to catch their eye to see if they would speak to her and help her in making Dor'gen feel some of the jealously that was surging through her veins at the moment.


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[Lo'campo]

This was his first night out doing something that actually involved full blown interaction with others. Thoughts raced as he tried to remember all the things his older sister had told him. Don't be a dog, women don't like that. Just be polite and a gentleman and please don't start any trouble. There may be some things that you might not have experienced, but for the most part just have fun. Just have fun. It sounded easier than it seemed. Fun. F-U-N though a simple word was now so complex for the Akalak. How was he to have fun? A stupid question to ask account of all the ale, food, and dancing going on. Maybe he was thinking too much on the subject. Clearing his mind he decided to just go. Hating the smell of ale on his breath, he chugged a few cups of cider. He didn't like the taste, but at least it smelled better. Prepared to move out, he looked out into the crowd. These were just people, nothing to be intimidated about. Putting a foot forward, he held it in place beginning to have second thoughts about his decision. "Go, do something. Don't just stand there looking like an oddball." Lo'campo told himself.He had been standing in the same spot with the same empty plate and cup for chimes now. He needed to get in there, do something. He looked around noticing that more people were starting to pair up. This was bad, he would be the only one without a companion. Filled with drunken courage, he took a step moving out from his wall of invisibility, and out into the open. "Step by step." he told himself ditching the plate and cup, wandering around aimlessly until he ran into something or someone. He spotted a woman who looked as to not enjoying herself, sporting a frown upon his face. This was his chance, all he had to do was walk up and introduce himself. A quick step forward before stopping in his tracks as a male who had to be her partner stepped in from somewhere to speak with her. "Shyke" he thought as he quickly flanked into another direction continuing his search. It amazed him. How could he have been so tall, yet could not find anyone standing by themselves? About to give up, he did one last lap, laying his eyes on someone who looked as if she were alone. Waiting to see if a male would return, he hesitated before approaching. "Just walk up to her" he commanded himself forcing his legs to move. Left, right, left, right, loosen up seem more relaxed. Not too loose, don't want to seem clumsy. The closer he got the more amazing she looked. Long blonde hair, golden eyes and out of his league yet he continued to walk. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? He took a breath trying to not seem nervous as he was now only a few feet from the woman. Calm, cool, collect, he ran his hands through his hair shaking it up a bit to make it look lively. Fixing his robes he stepped forward. "Hello, my name is Lo'campo. I don't mean to intrude anything, but I would be delighted if you granted me the pleasure of accompanying you tonight?" His voice though deep was relaxed and smooth, his body straight and stable, he even remembered to smile at the end, yet he felt like he had failed horribly. He focused on her eyes not wanting to seem like a perverted dog by looking down and not giving a death stare, just a simple shift to the left, back to her then to the right and back to her. His heart pounded in his ears as he awaited her response.

[Lianel Lighthand Terras]

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Nitai in fact, barely knew a single thing about dancing. As 'Varan' seemed to settle into place, much more willingly than she had expected, she gave him the first tenuous smile of the evening. Though her body was warm from frivolity and drink, and Nitai very little liked to show inadequacy in anything, she was quite aware of her lack of skill in dancing. If you can be a spy you can petching dance. A bitter part of her mind reasoned, and Lavender eyes began to dart this way and that to absorb the moves of the people around. This served two fold, for she saw the stances they took on, as well as realized that even at her worst she and Varan would not be worst dancers out there that evening, a couple pairs seeming to be far more into their drinks than she.

"Alright, your hand here, and take my hand here." She placed his right hand on her waist, took his left hand with her own, and placed her right hand on his shoulder, careful not to disturb the hood for fear that would displace any willingness to join her. Then she glanced down at their feet, took a half pace back and began to rock to lilting sound of the music. After a couple rotations her more confident smile emerged. "Not too terrible."

She winked at him then her face became serious. "I won't tell anyone. Truth be told I've feared enslavement here in Sunberth more than once. How long have you been a slave?" It wasn't...just mindless banter, but even inebriated Nitai would rather be information gathering. The tattoos, the design must mean a specific owner or establishment, and though from what she had seen of the man's face she didn't much mind his look, she doubted he was a slave of pleasure.

Despite the rather seriousness of the discussion, Nitai's head rocked gently from side to side, in sync with their movements, enjoying the moment she was in.

[Victus]

He'd expected her to guide him, but hadn't expected what he'd felt. His rough hands were placed on her waist and he frowned slightly at the material of her dress. It was a world removed from the coarse, tough leather, wool or cotton he was usually surrounded with. It was... smooth. Sleek. Like how he imagined water would feel if it were spun and there was...

Warm flesh underneath it, just as smooth. The unbidden image was enough to make Victus stifle and cough as his other hand grasped hers-

No, that actually made it worse. Because now he could feel the tenderness of her skin compared to his own. He couldn't imagine this woman had seen much of shackles or punishment rods, but there seemed to be a wry hardness about her that suggested otherwise.

His ponderings vanished in a jerky movement as Nitai stepped, and he gingerly stepped with her, narrowly avoiding her toes. After a chime or so, they'd managed to settle into something of a rhythm, though his black eyes kept flicking nervous looks down at her shoes.

I step on those too hard I might break her toes.

All in all... he'd had worse nights. Then he mentally slapped himself for his caution and amended the thought: he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a night this good. No demands on him, no sneers or glares, nothing restraining him, no bolts or locks or chains... no longering, cloying fear always wriggling in his guts... just being surrounded by interesting people in an interesting place.

And now he was dancing with a beautiful woman who made the mistake of asking a question.

"I..." He frowned again, eyes glazing over a little as he tried to dredge his memory. "... I don't know..."

It was the only answer he could think of, and Victus was not in the habit of lying (until most recently, anyway, and not to total strangers). He tried to think back, before his bondage and the cage, and only saw... flashes. Fragments. He must have had a life back then, but... he couldn't remember living it.

A man, with dark skin like his own, always seeming to appear with a permanent scowl and wobble. A woman of lighter tones but sadder eyes, one flash of a smile, slash of white teeth across olive skin. Another figure... a brother... like a taller, ganglier version of himself. Shouting. Crying. A smooth voice in a storm of tension.

Master. Victus knew the story of his captivity. How he'd been used to pay his father's debts, but... that night, those events... they were so hazy. Fading. Near twenty years since that day, and in the present the slave broke eye contact, mouth working useless until his tongue caught up.

"... I... ah... since I was a boy... I do not wish-"

Then he looked up. He peered at her and saw her face hemmed in by the edges of his hood, excluding all who would clamor for his sight. Not that he would have heeded them. The simple, relaxed enjoyment on her face could have lit the chandeliers over the cage for a night. It shone through her pale skin and the blazing torches seemed to cast kaleidoscopes from the faint scales dotted here and there on her forehead. Though he'd known the woman for less than a bell, Victus found himself not wanting to ruin her good night.

Or your own?

That, too.

"To be rude. I do not wish to be rude, but could we... not talk of the past?"

Victus stroked the top of the thumb in the hand that he held, moving them in a half-circle just a little faster than before. The dancers weren't too much of a worry: they'd have to be blind not to see him coming, especially with his cloak making him seem even larger.

The slave practiced his smile again. So long it had been since they'd graced his lips without a battered or bereft opponent before him. Now it was not the feral, panting rush of victory that quirked their corners; it was warmth. A reflection of her own.

"I wish to enjoy the night. And you have no need to fear slavers."

Because I would kill them before they touched you.

Victus blinked. Hmm. Yes. He'd have to get a handle on that. Fast.

"This crowd does... not look the kind, to my eyes..."

Something gnawed at the back of his mind. Some still silent voice that railed and ranted but could not find its words. But Victus knew it was there, like a leviathan under the ocean's calm surface... and he ignored it.

[Toan Onox]

He chuckled a bit as the larger fellow answered saying he happened to be having a great time, a smirk plastered on Toan's face as he could see as to why since he had enough women fawning over him not a moment afterwards. Interestin. He mused as he watched carefully to see the scene unfold, the theme of purple definitely proved eye catching at first, but the fact he literally had a front seat to the whole ordeal, he found himself immediately caught up with a flurry of assumptions he deemed useful to bear. The two ladies that looked to demand the giant's attention definitely seemed caught up in their own worlds, while they were aware the other was there both wound up failing to consider each others own feelings. There looked to be a bit of jealousy, a most dangerous thing to use when it came to playing games with others. Toan didn't wish to take part in such a game, nevertheless he still considered it something to resort to later on. Should he have need of its use of course.

One can never be too careful it seems. He thought as he managed to swipe a mug from another passing girl, he graciously thanked her with a grin of course as she moved along to provide refreshments to those around. Next came the sip that continued for several ticks, as he then noticed that another joined their table with an interesting look to his face. Well isn't he a confident one. The artist surmised as he looked around, a sudden interest found on the other woman that remained at the table, while the larger fellow had no doubt given chase to the first one that left for a bit of drink. Quite a party this is, I didn't expect to find a treasure trove of drama here. Yet that didn't keep him from restraint when he looked the lady down, a wink cast her way as he wondered if she were in fact free of her overbearing giant.

Why not, there's no harm in charming her some. He mused as he felt some strong desires tug at his gut, now he really wished that he'd his sketchbook brought with him. Right on Que his partner Ven showed up with the book placed right on the space before Toan, a hand on the artist's shoulder as he leaned in to speak in a low voice. "I'm tailin the two women dancin' together, they're targets of interest." At that note Toan gave a hearty laugh as though Ven gave him a hard time about being forgetful or drinking so much, a nod to follow as he encouraged the boy to follow through with his prompt. Not a moment later the redheaded boy was off into the thick of the crowd once more, and left Toan to return to his current project before him with a hand placed atop the surface of his livelihood.

"My fellow partner, always lookin' out for me. Least I can count on him to bring me my things when I've forgotten them." He then honed his point of focus once more on the woman that had been left behind, as she looked to be quiet and withdrawn after the short display that happened between her, the other violaceous girl, and their not so jolly giant. "Well now, you look like you could do with another drink my lady." He encouraged as he wondered if she'd take the invitation, this would by far be quite a bit of fun for him, if he could manage to win a few sketches before the night was over with then even better, as he would most certainly be starting to make a name for himself then.