[Zeo]

Where as some of the guards found the Masquerade Ball a bothersome thing each year, Zeo didn't see the sense in not enjoying a good thing. Here there was dancing, music, people of all shapes and sizes, food...Ooh lords the food. And he didn't have to lift a finger all night.

..Well, hopefully he wouldn't have to lift a finger all night. There was always a drunkard or two out to ruin a good thing- but he wasn't letting that bring his spirits soaring down! Ooh no...if he had anything to do with it, his spirits would be going up. And up. And up. Along with the bottom of a few bottles; if you know what I mean.

Smirking he tugged his gloves off for what seemed like the five hundredth time tonight, folding them neatly in one hand as he skirted the dance floor; heading right for the closest collection of finger-foods and tastefully measured out liquors. Ooh the Queen would never have the stronger, more expensive stuff out for everyone...very snooty servants were handling those. But he always found the cheapest liquor filled your belly and overfilled your head as good as something that cost more than a whole farm.

"Hello ladies.." He cooed to the table, spreading hands across the dainty table-cloth with a smirk. His green eyes glanced up and around the room- and he made a vow to himself to say that phrase quite a bit more often; and perhaps with a smoother tone. There were...some very lovely women out tonight.

((Free for all to play, come in, hang out, and respect your neighbor. Above all- Don't tell Maikan I'm at the drink table. ..No I'm serious. I'll put bullets in your toes.))