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

[Firenze]

As the blue Akalak went to sit down, he introduced himself, "My name is Loxudeianis, but you can call me Lo'campo." She watched him a moment, wondering if he had actually been out in public and interacted with people before, he seemed to be uncomfortable, until he broke the silence, "So, tell me about yourself. Why is a person as elegant looking as you not have someone to appreciate it?"

Smiling and taking a sip off her cider, she noticed that she'd drank the last of what was in her current cup. "Well, I didn't come here alone per se, I did come with someone, but they became... distracted." Subconsciously her eyes flicking back toward where Dor'gen had wandered, wondering what he might be doing, or talking to the other woman about. The thought of her touching him egging her on to flirt with the other men.

As she was looking off towards the crowd she noticed from the corner of her eye one of the serving girls bring around a tray of drinks, leaving it at the table. "Would you like one?" Lo'campo offered to Firenze. "Sure, I would love one thank you," her face flushed from drink and flirting with someone that so much reminded her of her Bondmate. He slid the drink toward her and she grabbed for it and took a long swill. A small thought popped into her mind of becoming as drunk as she had the last time she consumed alcoholic beverage, then dissipated as quickly as it had arrived.

She glanced again quickly, towards the food and beverage area, her mind still straying to the large purple man despite the attractive company that was seated at the table and giving her the attention she craved at that moment. "Would you like to dance?" The question interrupting her thoughts bringing her attention back to the table. "I.. uh.." Fire began, at that time the artist made a comment, "By all means, dance with the fellow m'lady Fire! He's a proper gent and looks like he knows how to move his feet." The comment made her face flush despite the color high in her cheeks from the drink. Toan was quite sweet and she hoped that she'd see him again.

Wondering for a moment if it might be taking the flirting too far and how Dor'gen might feel about her dancing with another man. She chewed on her bottom lip, eyes glancing back and forth between the men, trying to choose. After a few chimes, she had decided, not seeing Dor'gen coming back anytime soon she figured that dancing may take her mind off things for a moment, even if briefly.

"I would love to dance, thank you." She turned toward Toan after accepting the proposal to dance, "It was very nice to meet you, maybe sometime you could show me how to draw?" Smiling at Toan, she lent her hand to Lo'Campo. As they made their way to the dance floor, she glanced around the room. Still no sign of Dor'gen. Where could he be? Had they left? The self depreciating thought striking Firenze's heart like an arrow might pierce flesh. Fast and painful.

She didn't like the thought of Dor'gen with another woman. Could she share? If he needed to find solace in another woman's arms? She didn't think so. It bothered her to even have her mind wandering down that dark path. How could she even begin to fully understand everything that goes on behind closed doors? She was still new to the concept herself.

As her mind turned dark, her and Lo'Campo swayed awkwardly to the music playing, not quite in sync with the beat. She looked up at him and smiled, "You're not so bad at dancing, although it may be a different story for myself." Laughing lightly, her teeth flashing, she tried to enjoy herself. Closing her eyes she tried to clear her mind and let the music flow over her, her hair swayed lightly as they moved back and forth. The awkward steps keeping her in a sway, the rocking lulling her.

Realizing that even though she might not be so good at it, she quite enjoyed dancing. She made a mental note that she needed to dance with Dor', thinking that it might be quite a bit more romantic if they could sway to their own music. The thought had her heart beating loudly in her ears and her blood rushing.

Keeping her eyes closed, a small smile on her face, she let Lo'Campo lead her around the dancing area.


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[Dor'gen]

In truth, the Akalak did not know what to expect as a response.

Being that Tara was as fierce as she was lovely, she could have simply clawed his eye out and left him writhing. However, there was no wrath in her response to his apology; but instead tenderness. She reached out, gingerly touching her hand to his cheek, then spoke words that warmed Dor'gen's heart. They had some semblence of an understanding, at least that was what the Akalak took from her statement. For a moment, his gaze lingered upon hers and he simply enjoyed the ticks of being in her company. Yet, he could not stay forever: Firenze was waiting on him.

Upon retracting her touch, Dor'gen reached out and cupped her hand within his palms. With a smile, he then raised it and graced the back with a touch of his lips. 'Twas a simple, affectionate gesture, nothing more, nothing less. "I won't forget. Thank you, Tara." he began, taking her words literally. While the meaning was twofold, he interpreted them as indicating her den; as if inviting him to swing by at some point in the future. From this, Dor'gen drew the impression that their friendship was intact, despite his relationship with Firenze.

With no more left to say, Dor'gen lowered his hands and relinquished her from his touch. Turning, he took a full step forward with the intention of returning to his bondmate...before witnessing something that set his blood boiling. There, only a few strides off, was his Firenze...being ushered to the dance floor. Squinting, the Akalak attempted to make out the face of her "friend" against the darkness...and was absolutely taken aback. 'Twas Lo'campo, the Akalak he had met on the beach so long ago. "Is this some sort of sick joke? I'm not even gone for five chimes and she's off dancing with another petching Akalak?" he seethed to himself, briefly allowing his fingers to curl into a fist.

Murderous thoughts crossed his mind. He had his sword...he could simply walk over and extinguish the blue-skinned buffoon's existence. He could toss Firenze over his shoulder and make a wrathful departure of the party. He could do many things...but instead of spilling blood, he decided to reign in his fury. Drawing a calming breath, Dor'gen forced himself to set aside his rather sudden lust for blood. "Open to suggestions? Or are you still 'never taking my advice' again?" came the gentle inquiry of Goa. "Speak." he growled, impatient beyond all reasoning.

"This is a cry for attention if I've ever seen one. An attempt to make you jealous...With another Akalak of all things." he began. "The way I see it, you have two options. You can either fight Fire with fire, or you can walk over there and potentially kill that man." Taking a tick to mull it over, Dor'gen decided on the former. After all, it would be a shame to accidentally get blood on that lovely dress of Firenze's. Turning, the Akalak faced Tara once more and offered her a warm smile. "I am skilled in many things, but dancing is not among them." he began, reaching out to take her hand in his own. "With that said, I'd like to blindly flail about the dance floor with you, if that's quite alright."

In the event that Tara decided to play along, Dor'gen would lead her a few paces into the dance floor before coming to a halt. His off-arm would gingerly come to coil itself about her waist whilst his fingertips would lace with hers. There, he'd sway along to the tune of the music...taking a moment to shoot a tick's long glance in Fire's direction. He deliberately hoped that she'd look and see that anger plastered all over his face; before he returned his gaze to Tara. In that moment, his hatred would bleed away and leave only a smile in its wake; for if he was to dance with his friend, he was going to enjoy it.

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[Lo'campo]

"Ha, you're definitely leading here, just a good a dancer as you are beautiful." Lo'campo responded. Though dancing wasn't necessarily his thing, he kind of like it. A pretty simple task, just move to the beat of the music and try not to step on your partner's feet. He gave a light chuckle to Fire's smile giving her a slow spin before bringing her back to him. This was pretty fun, he was really enjoying himself. They weren't really at the same pace as everyone else, but who were they to judge? A mental note to thank the artist for helping persuade the woman to dance with him. As the music played, the less nervous he became the musicians now speeding up the tempo of the music. Though he was calm, he still felt a light thud whilst he danced. Was that her heartbeat? Wow was it loud, was she nervous as he was? Was it the comment that he made earlier? He didn't mean to offend if that's what she thought. Petch, a good way to screw things up. Not letting the expression show on his face, he gave another smile. "You're really good at this, I could learn a thing or two from you.". This would be the most contradicting thing he ever had experienced in his life. A person who is upset most of the time, more specifically he of all people dancing with a woman, having fun, relaxing. What ever this feeling was, he liked it. He moved as she moved now mimicking her steps. A light chuckle escaped. A laugh? That was almost a laugh and a nice one at that. One dance partner misplaced their footing making their partner stumble a bit. No one got hurt, but it had made Lo'campo even more nervous now seeing that he had two left feet when it came to dancing. Just like that, his happiness flew out the door and the solicitous feeling returned once more making it's nest in his heart. He was doing good so far, all he had to do was keep calm and focus. He watched as she moved, her hair following her in a golden wave. At least she seemed to be having fun. The least he could do was enjoy it with her. The music began to slow down now, bringing everyone down to a steady sway with their dance partners. This gave him the chance to sync with the other dancers so they wouldn't be off step. "May I?" he asked doing as he saw the others do before gently placing his hands at her waist. "You said the person you came with got distracted? he inquired, the question once again making an appearance. "I hope what ever it was that distracted them was important, because they are missing out on what could be the best time a person could have." the words coming from his mouth without him knowing. The cider had to be settling in now. Deciding to keep quiet only focusing on dancing and not letting the red hue that was now creeping up on his blue face show, he moved side to side. His muscles were relaxed, his eyes focusing on his movements along with hers to ensure that he didn't accidentally cause her harm. His heart began to speed up again. It was true he did enjoy the time being spent with her, this was more than just some common interaction he knew that much, but what ever it was, proved to be confusing as ever. Keeping his thought to himself he decided to just relax and enjoy the moment.

[S'Essy]

The woman didn't really pay attention to her, so S'Essy didn't bother to entertain her more. She was tired of it herself. She was just eating her food, like a pig. She didn't notice herself but she was eating so fast and so eagerly. It was just unlady like but she couldn't care less, she was so hungry. Every piece of food she put into her mouth was so delicious. Bitzer brought great foods. Though not raw sea food but she didn't care, food was food right? And as she was eating, her lover was drinking... much. She didn't notice it but he was getting drunk and she wouldn't approve that. Also many people have arrived, she was confused who to talk and how to and what was going on.

She turned her head to Elea first and with that she noticed how she was acting. She wiped her mouth quickly. She ate the whole plate, it was a bit embarrassing. But she was surprised the thief called her ghostie again. He didn't change but he looked better than the last time at least. "Hey pretty face! I'm glad you are fine. Enjoying yourself?" She nodded toward to him. Kvist rose up to bring more drinks but first he mentioned her stunning look. She was smiling and now Pulren arrived too. "Good to see you Uncle!" She greeted him.

So much people, so much fun, so much noise. She got confused but something started to bother her. The Konti was staring at the Knight and her smile disappeared from her face. He wasn't that drunk but he was going there and he went for more drinks. She didn't like it. What surprised her when he brought her drink too. Alcohol. Cider. He eagerly drank from his, S'Essy was just staring at it. Should she? She grabbed the mug, took a sip from it. No, she couldn't and she didn't want to.

She took it down and pushed it away. She stood up and went to her lover to whisper something. "Please darling, be careful. I go and dance with Uncle while you enjoy yourself. I want to talk with him a bit. You don't mind, right?" She didn't wait for an answer, she just placed a quick kiss on his cheek. Uncle was the other person S'Essy knew. She could trust him and talk to him freely. Ever since they arrived, they didn't really have the chance for it. She walked towards him, bowed before the Guard with a smile. "So, care to ask this lady for a dance, dear? Don't worry if you can't, me neither." She offered her hand to him.

[Lianel Lighthand Terras]

It was strange how tough the man seemed, yet how amiable he could be as well. It was as if another part of him desperately wanted to emerge, yet was held back continuously through the terms of his enslavement. Despite her mind urging her to practically flee the uncomfortably easy going situation she had placed herself in, Nitai made a note to investigate the man's tattoos and discover where he came from at a later date. She would be interested to see what sort of master allowed the freedom of learning to read, and the chance to escape to a party, yet clearly struck a fearful chord that made the man scared of revealing his own face. It would be a personal project that Nitai would relish including in her affairs with the Night Eyes, to which she was pleased, Varan seemed to not know a thing about, giving her some measure of relief.


To his question of departing with her, Nitai managed a regretful smile before responding. "Ah...no, thank you very much for the offer, but I must decline, sometimes it is easier to go when you alone are used to the way." She for a moment seemed puzzled at the strange response, then her lips turned upward again and she reached out to touch his hand lightly. "Thank you for the dance, Varan. Perhaps we shall meet again."

She flashed her teeth once more, then her cloak was drawn up aorund her shoulders, her own hood in place and she moved swiftly off, a good deal more nimble now that she was not locked in the awkward and unfamiliar patterns of dancing. She glanced sidelong at the tables, wondering if she should say goodbye to Dor'gen, but after a moments searching she realized she couldn't easily see the massive Akalak, and decided it was probably for the better.

Instead the Konti faded away from the festivities as quickly as she had appeared, the feelings of drink all but gone, and new thoughts, ideas, and missions rolling around in a busy mind as boots softly guided her through winding alleys back to her apartment in the Sunset Quarter.
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[Tara Kenja]

Tara directed her attention else where for a tick even when her hand was in his. Unable to take her eyes off of a window, it was getting so dark. She had no idea what time it even was. It would be hell making it back to her den in conditions such as these. She went as far as opening her mouth to say she could not have a dance with him. Her gaze lingered on the darkness outside of these stone walls but than Tara began to feel rude.

Giving him an unsure laugh and quite possibly the worst smile she could produce. “I have never danced once in my life.” Going where ever he took her hand, Tara finally fixed herself. The anxiety even built up within the depths of her stomach. Her pearly white teeth returned to their natural position and her smile became something decent, her pink lips placed together. She tried to get her mind off of the journey back to her cold sanctuary.

She could feel his warm touch through her thin fabric. Their fingers entwined with each other. Her small sandal came down on his large foot, she thought that in a chime she'd go head first into the floor. But, she straightened herself back up, her shoulders back per usual. Her chin tilted upwards to see the Akalak's face with whom she danced with. Hopefully he had not noticed her even poorer dancing technique.

He was obviously better at her than she was. Maybe he had danced before. Trying to distract her mind from the inevitable, Tara tried her poor sense of humour. "Gods.. you weren't lying about being a horrible dancer." There was a fake disgusted look on her face as the sarcastic ways ran deeply through her veins. Than she let it go, a new smile was on her lips.

"I am only kidding, you and everyone here are better dancer than I'll ever be." Taking in a deep breath at the moments silence Tara looked away from Dor'gen as they spun around with all the bodies on the floor. This was not what she expected at all, she was hoping for something flashy and magical but it was rather boring to her to say the least. Tara never enjoyed the finer accommodations in life. She would rather be dwelling in her small area of the forest than stumbling across a floor like one of those higher men and women in Kenash. They were rather lazy citizens. Never would she allow herself to downgrade to their level... or upgrade.

[Pulren Marsh]

Pulren had a sniff of his ale and then of the ale that was brought to him by Markus. It smelled perfectly normal, but could he really be looking at a giant blue man and a giant purple man? Clearly, their presences did not bring a look of strangeness from any of the other guests, so either there was something that the Zeltivan was clueless about, which was most likely the right answer, or his drink was dosed. Either way, he was enjoying watching the pair of hued men drag the women around that apparently belonged to the purple one. Too much drama for Pulren, surely.

Looking around the table and taking a swig of the cider, since it was clear that the word of the day was [i[merriment[/i], he smacked his lips and nodded to the men sitting nearby, feeling for those who had not found dance partners. A wide grin grew on the man's face as he watched S'Essy nearly inhale her entire plate and look about curiously. She was such a strange bird, the Konti, and Pulren always felt as if he needed to protect her for some reason. She was surely much older than him, but he always felt like she was a little sister to look out for, nevertheless. Seeing her nude at the docks had entirely the opposite reaction that it would have had it been anyone else and it made Pulren feel foolish.

So when he was asked by little sister to dance, how could he refuse? She was so kind to call him Uncle and allow his play to be continued as she had every time before. Standing and leaving his drinks and food aside, he nodded and bowed in kind to her. "How could I ever refuse the most graceful and beautiful S'Essy. If I did, I should be so lucky to die a thousand deaths." Yes, he was laying it on, but she had to be lonely in Sunberth and he knew her and her lover as friends. Taking her hand in his own, he did take the moment to tap Caela on the shoulder. "Lovely men about, ready to sample your wares. Probably not as rich as me, though. " With a derisive laugh, he led his Konti friend out to the floor and placed his one arm at her waist and the other in her hand.

Pulren had really little clue about dancing, but it seemed to just require moving to the rhythm, not stepping on each other and doing like the others. Smiling to S'Essy once out on the floor, he said, "What incredible luck to have such a wonderful partner. How does the evening find you, dear?" Palaren was now on the floor, speaking with his lilted noble accent. Pure rubbish, the lot of it. But fun, all of it.

[Firenze]

Lo’Campo spoke as she was day dreaming in a fuzzy drunken sort of way, “You’re really good at this, I could learn a thing or two from you.” She blushed as he gave her the compliment, she wasn’t used to people giving her flattery so forwardly, no one other then Dor’gen anyway. She heard him as he laughed lightly, wondering for a moment if it was due to her flushed cheeks, and then thought it might not since the color in her cheeks were already high from drinking so much.

The band’s tempo had started to slow and she noticed as Lo’Campo changed their pace, “May I?” He slipped his large hand around her waist where her blouse was tucked neatly into her skirt. “I don’t mind, I think we were off tempo,” and she didn’t mind, she hadn’t even noticed that they weren’t in sync with the other couples around them, she’d just been trying to enjoying herself and trying to clear her mind of the incident that had occurred earlier. She didn’t mind that he had his hand on her waist either, it seemed like a fairly safe place to hold her, not romantic in any sort of way...more gentlemanly. "I hope what ever it was that distracted them was important, because they are missing out on what could be the best time a person could have." She couldn’t have agreed more.

As they swayed a little closer to the tempo of the music, trying to avoid stepping on each others toes. Looking to their feet Firenze hoped that he wouldn’t step on her barely cloth clad foot with his rather large boot, wincing slightly at the thought of how much that it would hurt. “You said the person you came with got distracted?” He inquired, just as she had avoided one of the large boots from clomping down on her foot. She looked back up, unsure if she should tell him what had happen, would it matter if she did?

She didn’t think it wasn’t very important or that it would change anything if she mentioned so she decided that it would be okay if she shared, “I did come here with someone... my bondmate... until someone I’ve never seen before came in and sat right down in his lap while we were talking,” she sighed heavily, pausing for a moment to look off toward where the band was playing, she didn’t want the new Akalak to see the pain in her eyes, “I guess he needed to sort something out or talk to her or something... I don’t know. So...” tears threatened and she swallowed hard, “I decided that I wanted to have fun... because it is a party! So, here I am with you.” She looked back up to him, her head tipping back and her hair spilling down her back, she smiled a weak smile.

Not wanting to look at him too long so that he could see the tears that were pooling, she turned her head toward where she thought Dor’gen might be. At that moment her heart fell through her stomach, an overwhelming feeling of nausea overcame her as she spotted Dor’gen... and the other woman in his arms.
Oh, Gods.

She just starred for what seemed to be forever, when it had only been a few ticks. Did I do this? Did I push him into someone else’s arms? No longer having fun she looked back to Lo’Campo, “I’m sorry, if you would please excuse me? I’m sorry it’s not you. I’m truly having a good time with you, I’m just starting to feel unwell.” Letting her hands slip from the large blue Akalak’s she turned and quickly left the area where all the couples were dancing, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. She didn’t want them to see her weakness as the tears that had threatened earlier began spill down her cheeks. Her head bowed, her hair hanging down she made her way toward where the food and drinks were. She grabbed a large mug of ale and tried to down as much as she could, which wasn’t very much, coughing as little she started to hiccup. She didn’t know if it was from the jealousy, hurt, anger or the ale in her hand causing the hiccups but she tried to continue drinking until it was gone. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand she slammed the mug down a little rough, a loud thump! resounding.

She reached out and grabbed another mug, in the process knocking the empty one that she had just set down onto the floor. It bounced around causing quite the racket and causing her face to flush with embarrassment. Quickly she bent down, grabbing for it, she set it back up on the table, the other mug still in her hand and spilling this way and that. She took a swig of it and made her way over to the food, trying to drink and eat her sorrows.

Fire grabbed a couple fluffy little rolls, shoving a few into her hand bag with her dagger. Then grabbing a few slivers of meat, some nuts and fruit stuck those in her bag with the rolls. She turned, wanting to make her way to go outside and get out of the suddenly hot and stuffy room. As she made her way to the door, she glanced out one of the windows near it and saw that Leth had descended. Groaning and sighing loudly she thought that it might not be such a good idea if she went outside without and escort that was at least a little more sober than her, so that they could tell if danger might be approaching.

Turning around a little quickly to try to find a table that she could sit at and drown her sorrows, she stumbled a little to the side, her drinks sloshing over the sides of the cups. One mug in each hand, she made her way over to one of the corners where thankfully there were a few open tables. She picked the furthest seat in the corner trying to hide away from the main gaggle of people so that she could just enjoy the drunken feeling that started to descend over her.

Her eye lids half closed, the room slightly tipping back and forth, she sloshed the cups down onto the table top roughly and yanked the seat out, her mannerisms completely forgotten. She plunked herself roughly into the seat almost missing it and landing on the floor. Laughing hard at herself, almost hysterically, a hiccup interrupted the laugh and she reached out her barely noticed ale soaked hand and grabbed one of the mugs.

She took a long drink and crossed her open hand over her belly, almost as if she were holding her belly she could hold her hiccups at bay. Fire rested her arm holding the mug on her arm holding her belly, too tired to hold it up properly. She leaned her face against the cup and every time she hiccuped the ale sloshed around the cup. Her half open eyes watched the room as the other merry people mingled and laughed and had fun, feeling bitter that she had to be there and watch them while she herself was not feeling quite so merry.

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[Dor'gen]

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To say the very least, the dance between the Giant and the Tigeress was a touch...awkward. Having never indulged in such a form of entertainment before, both were woefully inexperienced...and for Dor'gen, the awkwardness trumped any sort of enjoyment that could have been derived from the situation. While he genuinely enjoyed the company of his friend, his mind was obviously elsewhere...until a sharp pain shot through the length of his foot. Wincing, the Akalak looked down momentarily to see that Tara had stamped his foot accidentally, but he did not call too much attention to the blunder. After all, it was a small miracle that he did not crush her feet. If that had occurred, there would have definitely been blood on the dance floor.

However, Ovek smiled down upon the Akalak this night and such a travesty never occurred.

For a moment, however, Tara did manage to cause crimson to erupt upon his face. Yet, unlike the evening thus far, this blush was not out of affection...but embarrassment. Taking her jest literally, Dor'gen almost began to stammer an apology...but before he could so much as form a coherent sound, the Tigeress had revealed that she was only kidding. "You are so cruel, you know that?" he said, chuckling ever so slightly. With the source of his embarrassment gone, Dor'gen began to lighten up ever so slightly. After all, nothing like a joke to loosen a man up! "And besides, you're not that bad. Only one misstep thus far...I'd wager that you're leagues above the drunks, at least." This he said with a playful wink, before he lifted his attention from his fetching companion.

His gaze swept the swaying crowd, diligently searching for the duo that had inspired him to ask Tara to dance in the first place. This time, when he managed to locate Firenze and Lo'campo, his eyes locked upon those of his bondmate...and he saw nothing but pain claim her expression. That was not what Dor'gen was attempting to do...not by any stretch. He had no desire to cause her any sort of harm; he cared about her far too much to do so. This petty game of fighting Fire with Fire had suddenly spiraled out of control...and now things had to be fixed. In all the years of his life, the Akalak honestly did not have a lower moment. "Firenze..." he thought, his internal voice being a mere croak of regret.

Looking down, he forced a small smile to form upon his lips before he wrapped his arms about Tara in an embrace. This hug was incredibly brief, lasting only a tick or so, before he relinquished her. "Thank you for the dance, Tara..." he began. "Come see me at the Springs sometime. We'll catch up, okay? I've got to go check up on Firenze." With that said, he excused himself with a polite nod before braving the swaying crowd. Due to their differences in height, and the fact that his bondmate made a practical mad dash for the alcohol, Dor'gen did not catch up with her immediately. In fact, it took him a full two chimes to navigate the throng of patrons to the point of discovering his beloved.

There he saw her, seated at a table by her lonesome.

"I did this." he lamented whilst slowly making his approach. Upon arriving, he came to a halt and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look her right in the eye. The stench of ale radiated from his bondmate, and he saw that the liquor was upon her hands. There was a tankard within her grasp, and judging from the way she moved...she was sauced. However, looking past the crimson which stained her cheeks, he noticed streaks that were fresh; just underneath her eyes. Firenze had shed tears over this..."Gods..." he thought, wishing that he could somehow rectify his mistake by not making it in the first place. Reaching out, he placed his hand upon her lap whilst lowering his head.

"I'm so sorry, Fire." he said, speaking in a rather soft tone. "I...I let pettiness ruin this evening. I let jealousy cause me to do something that hurt you. I'm so sorry, Fire." He didn't dare look her in the eye, for right then he didn't feel like he was worthy to. Dor'gen felt, quite frankly, like absolute shyke.

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[Firenze]

The room spun slowly as Fire tried to focus on the people that were passing by her table. Everyone had started to become a blur and blending together, unable to tell if they were moving fast or if she were moving slow. Wiping the back of her hand sloppily across her face trying to wipe the tears and ale off, she noticed a familiar head bobbing through the crowd has he made his way over to her. Sadly, she didn't want to talk to him right now, but felt that it was eventually going to happen so she might as well stay seated and just deal with things head on. Stubbornness had no comparison to how she was feeling at that moment.

Her eyes followed him across the room and as he came over to her table, kneeling down next to her, she didn't speak but waited to hear what he might have to say. "I'm so sorry, Fire," he spoke while placing his hand on her lap, she didn't move to touch him, even though her body said 'Yes' her mind was giving her a firm 'No'. Fluctuating back and forth on whether she wanted to grab his hand or not he spoke again, "I...I let pettiness ruin this evening. I let jealousy cause me to do something that hurt you. I'm so sorry, Fire."

Firenze was trying to understand what he wanted to say, having a hard time concentrating on the words so much as the feeling that was coming from him. She could tell that he was upset, as was she. This evening had not turned out the way she had hoped initially. It was supposed to be fun and they were supposed to dance and laugh together. Waving off what had happened earlier she tried to make light of it, wanting to be able to enjoy the rest of the evening with him.

In her drunken stupor she tried to let him know how she felt, "Iiiit's fiiine. Nooo big deeeeal right? I meeean... she only sat on your laaap and you chaaased after heeer. It's noot like you sleeept togetherrr." Laughing loudly at her terrible joke, Firenze patted Dor'gen on the arm and tipped the cup back to her lips taking a swig of the drink. Then she decided that they should dance together, she wanted to prove that she was the better female. That he'd made the right choice in her.

"Hey! Iiii... have an idea. Siiince... since we came together... let's dance!" Grabbing her cup with full intention to take it to the dance floor, she tried to make her way to stand up. Knocking the chair over she stumbled into Dor'gen, falling over his shoulder she burst out into laughter. "Wellll, I guess booooze makes everythiiiing more fun!" After cracking another terrible joke, which caused her to burst into another fit of giggles, she stood up wobbling back and forth slightly. She'd only drank one time previous to this night and even then she had sworn not to drink again, however the evening proved that drink may be the only way for her to make it through.

Leaning back, her fist on her hip and her drink in her other hand, she smiled as best she could at Dor'gen. "Leeet's gooo!" She took off toward the dance floor where only awhile ago she had seen her Bondmate and another woman dancing. I'll show him how to dance, I'll do it better then she can! Fire didn't turn around to see if Dor'gen had indeed followed her but instead just pushed her way through the crowd, a few people looking at her baffled as she stumbled a little toward where the music would be loudest.

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