[Cumore will be spending most of his time in the ballroom, personally, though that certainly doesn't mean that he's keeping to himself; anyone who's in there for too long looking like they're holding up the walls, or just looking like they're without a partner, will be approached eventually by...well, the androgynous person with long lavender hair and striking red eyes that's wandering around wearing this tonight because of goddamn course he is.]
Come join me for a while; I promise it'll be a good time.
[...Even if you're not sure what you're doing, at least he's an acceptable dance partner. Come on, it's just a few minutes.]
[...And a bit of II as well.]
[Granted, he can be found once in a while throughout the evening in the sitting room containing all the alcohol; he drinks socially once in a while, and from time to time he'll come in here to see how things are going (despite his aforementioned lack of willingness to babysit people). If you're drinking by yourself, you might find him joining you – no one really enjoys drinking alone, do they? – but either way, he can be found in here more and more frequently as the night goes on. Not getting trashed in any sense of the word, but just...here, sitting in relative quiet when he's not being in anyone's business, and even though the drinks don't taste like anything he's still having an interesting time mixing a few neon things with filthy names for himself. Because naturally.
If you want to talk to him about anything, you're more than welcome to; he doesn't turn down company, let's put it that way.]
[V.]
[I mean, he is hosting the thing, so hit me with whatever? Make up your own prompt, it's all good.]
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[Cumore will be spending most of his time in the ballroom, personally, though that certainly doesn't mean that he's keeping to himself; anyone who's in there for too long looking like they're holding up the walls, or just looking like they're without a partner, will be approached eventually by...well, the androgynous person with long lavender hair and striking red eyes that's wandering around wearing this tonight because of goddamn course he is.]
Come join me for a while; I promise it'll be a good time.
[...Even if you're not sure what you're doing, at least he's an acceptable dance partner. Come on, it's just a few minutes.]
[...And a bit of II as well.]
[Granted, he can be found once in a while throughout the evening in the sitting room containing all the alcohol; he drinks socially once in a while, and from time to time he'll come in here to see how things are going (despite his aforementioned lack of willingness to babysit people). If you're drinking by yourself, you might find him joining you – no one really enjoys drinking alone, do they? – but either way, he can be found in here more and more frequently as the night goes on. Not getting trashed in any sense of the word, but just...here, sitting in relative quiet when he's not being in anyone's business, and even though the drinks don't taste like anything he's still having an interesting time mixing a few neon things with filthy names for himself. Because naturally.
If you want to talk to him about anything, you're more than welcome to; he doesn't turn down company, let's put it that way.]
[V.]
[I mean, he is hosting the thing, so hit me with whatever? Make up your own prompt, it's all good.]