The front door of the bar may have been where the party was at, but the back door was where the extra booze arrived, and that's where Tal was. He had been unloading the last cart from the Peregrine's hold, having brought floral liquors from the Greatwood, Halovian whisky and vodka, and wine and brandy from King's End. At least he was looking dapper in his striped Vest, and in spite of the heat he was looking cool as a cucumber in his Frostbite Cuffs, gleaming dully beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his pink shirt.
He paused in the backroom to make sure his hair was still pulled neatly back in its little tail and he made an effort to try and smile before he slipped out into the rest of the party. The crowd immediately had him twitching, fingers flexing and starting to tap at his thigh as the smile became something more of a frozen rictus when the wave of sound and laughter crashed over him, but he didn't retreat. He had a mission to accomplish first, and he looked around for wherever the center of activity was swirling the brightest and loudest, figuring he'd find Flora there.
But first his attention caught on the familiar form of Sohalia by the bar and he made an ungraceful dive in her direction, eyes lighting up. He unceremoniously slid into the seat beside her just before a muscley sailor could and was lucky the man didn't sit on him by accident, but with a huffed laugh of annoyance the bigger fellow shrugged and moved a few seats down.
"Soh! How've y'been?"
He paused in the backroom to make sure his hair was still pulled neatly back in its little tail and he made an effort to try and smile before he slipped out into the rest of the party. The crowd immediately had him twitching, fingers flexing and starting to tap at his thigh as the smile became something more of a frozen rictus when the wave of sound and laughter crashed over him, but he didn't retreat. He had a mission to accomplish first, and he looked around for wherever the center of activity was swirling the brightest and loudest, figuring he'd find Flora there.
But first his attention caught on the familiar form of Sohalia by the bar and he made an ungraceful dive in her direction, eyes lighting up. He unceremoniously slid into the seat beside her just before a muscley sailor could and was lucky the man didn't sit on him by accident, but with a huffed laugh of annoyance the bigger fellow shrugged and moved a few seats down.
"Soh! How've y'been?"
