Don't need to know where we're going
While frozen drinks are his top choice, because they feel like a dangerous shake, the chill is not alluring enough tonight. Instead he claims a strawberry mojito, booty bumping it with her beverage before taking several deep sips. Not parched, but quickly aware that maybe he could do with some liquid courage if there's going to be things like designated orgies and nudity that screams wild abandon in a way that doesn't entirely resemble Torchline. The alcohol hits his gut like an anvil, a warmth pooling there in a way that feels suspiciously like happiness. He normally feels that unfold in his chest whenever she laughs, so this lower version seems to be wearing a moustache as a disguise, and it works.
[sa]"Hm?" he wonders, tipping the drink away to set his head on a swivel. He does want to say hello to her, and he's certain Flora is due her crown or whatever designation the priestess has cooked up. "I think, but it was hard to tell. She was there and then gone again." He can't seem to find her among the crowd after another scan. The firelight throws stray shadows around making it hard to decipher people from a distance, and the energy is like they've stepped into an unhinged frat rager so everyone is hard to pin down. "Are your friends Danta and Astaroth here too?" He also doesn't see them yet, but they've just arrived and haven't stepped too far into the throng.
He stops with a tug on her side. "Here, I have an idea." Spoken like a man with a plan, extremely cool and clever too, he tilts back like he's preparing for something. He leans forward suddenly, a small breath audible before a loud shout of her name bugling out into the crowd like a summoning gong. "CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLIE!!!!" It fades at the very end, and he gasps suddenly on a fresh breath. "Did that work?" he asks with a lift of his 'brows, shoulder pressing into her as he glances around expectantly on either side of them, sipping back on his drink.
[sa]"Hm?" he wonders, tipping the drink away to set his head on a swivel. He does want to say hello to her, and he's certain Flora is due her crown or whatever designation the priestess has cooked up. "I think, but it was hard to tell. She was there and then gone again." He can't seem to find her among the crowd after another scan. The firelight throws stray shadows around making it hard to decipher people from a distance, and the energy is like they've stepped into an unhinged frat rager so everyone is hard to pin down. "Are your friends Danta and Astaroth here too?" He also doesn't see them yet, but they've just arrived and haven't stepped too far into the throng.
He stops with a tug on her side. "Here, I have an idea." Spoken like a man with a plan, extremely cool and clever too, he tilts back like he's preparing for something. He leans forward suddenly, a small breath audible before a loud shout of her name bugling out into the crowd like a summoning gong. "CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLIE!!!!" It fades at the very end, and he gasps suddenly on a fresh breath. "Did that work?" he asks with a lift of his 'brows, shoulder pressing into her as he glances around expectantly on either side of them, sipping back on his drink.
Kaisel
It'll all make sense when we arrive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
