[Zeo]

Picking his way through this or that selection, Zeo finally found himself a good ale, taking first a single small sip before a much larger; less delicate swig. Nice. He didn't care what anyone said, Alcohol was for drinking. You didn't drink it for flavor, you didn't drink it for ...what was it Maikan always said... Aesthetics. No, this stuff was for getting drunk, and possibly thinking you're the fifth admiral of a flock of birds for a little while. Always an adventure!

Grinning he turned from the center of the room, oh so distinguished as he leaned his rump against the table's edge. He may not have had more than four ounces of real etiquette, but at least he had manners to speak of. ..Well, some.

And that was when he noticed a perfect opportunity to show off his very tasteful set of mannerisms; eyes roving over a rather dark and mysterious looking vixen who seemed more keen to enjoy watching, than sample the actual dancing herself. His lips spread beneath his pale mask, glancing over her from face to toes (as was only polite of course.) before inviting himself to wander over; taking just a moment to grab a second of the dainty little glasses of liquid ambrosia.

"And who is this lovely woman, standing so unjustly alone by the wall?" He asked, voice dripping in intimate sincerity.