[Maikan]

Making his way about the party, the Feryxonis male paused a moment when he saw an all-too familiar flash of white and gold pass through a crowd in front of him. The Lord stopped suddenly, his wine glass still raised a bit. Zeo. That lazy, good-for-nothing drunkard...what was he doing, here, instead of near his post? Maikan's eyes narrowed as his gaze followed the male in white, easy to pick out from his ridiculously-revealing outfit. He had told the other male, time and again that he needed to dress more conservatively, needed to blend into the walls and the shadows. He was security, not some glittering, silly bard!

And why was he going to the -- Maikan's nostrils flared as he took in a sharp breath through his nose, his posture stiffening. A bar! He was going to -- oh that fool, that peasant-blooded idiot. Maikan watched the white and gold male carefully, creeping around crowds of people as he kept a trail on him. He slipped behind a pillar, a master of stealth and stood slightly to the side, watching the idiot attempt to flirt with a female nearby. A frown crossed Maikan's face but he remained still, just watching and waiting for the moment when he could spring upon the other and catch him in the act of being a lazy, undisciplined joke to her Majesty's forces.

He was close enough to overhear Zeo's words and rolled his eyes; if he were a different person he'd have made a gagging gesture. He was so, so...
infuriating!