Piotr and Megan
"The decorations are kind of nice, yeah." She looked up and grinned, pondering trying to catch one of the strings from a balloon to tie around her wrist. She wasn't quite sure her wings would support her for that long though, so it wasn't worth the risk, yet. Another glance is stolen towards the dance floor, her cheeks going even more pink as one couple seems to be doing something that only barely resembles dancing anymore. Oh dear.
"I'm glad you're having fun though, it'd suck if you weren't having fun, I mean, because you know it's a dance, so you should be having fun and stuff. Yelvis? Oh, this is sucky music anyway, no matter what contry you're in. I'm not from America either, Revolve's the closest I've gotten to it, really, cause you know I'm from Wales, that's why I have an accent and people get confused when I talk and stuff I guess." She paused, then remembered the Yelvis thing. "Oh, him, wow, he died like twenty years ago or something, I'll have to drag you back to my room and let you listen to some more modern music sometime."
She smiled back at him, she didn't think he was a country bumpkin, just that he had been stuck on Revolve almost as long as she had been alive. It was kind of sad, but that wasn't his fault at all. Nope!
"I don't know her either, but that's why I asked if you had a girlfriend. Or maybe she just wants to be your girlfriend or something. She's kind of cute, or maybe she would be if she quit making frowny faces at us.. I don't know why, I mean most people don't think of me as being a 'threat' or in their way when they want a guy cause I'm not all.. you know." Her eyes slid away towards some of the more scantily clad, better endowed women.