Food and drink tables: Agron and Nasir
Parties were not Agron's favorite. He liked to drink and make merry with the best of them, but only in small gatherings. But he was here and he would enjoy himself, at least for Nasir. It was his jewel that had wanted to come more than anything else and Argon did whatever his mate wanted. Even if it required to wear a fucking monkey suit.
So he went, dressed nicely. Something the had seen once. And since this was a masquerade ball he put on a simple brown mask. He was here, that was what counted. He at least had to talk to Zell and get this party bug out of his mate. That was why he was at the food tables. He didn't want to chat, or to dance. Yes he was being the very epitome of a sick in the mud.
"So how are you liking the party?" He asked his mate, as he took up some food. At least the food was tasty and the drinks where plenty. "Ready to ditch it for better pleasures?"