Re: Piotr and Megan
Moving on from the red head, he gave his focus completely to the pink haired, pink skinned and balloon-laden pixie. It was at this point that he was starting to have a faint glimmer of what they must look like those around them. Standing together, laughing, grinning, dismissing other girls and hugging...but no, why would anyone think that? It was innocent, they were just getting to know each other.
Besides, some of the people on the dance floor were basically dry humping! Fetching a balloon from up high was hardly anything by comparison. He lifted the obnoxiously sweet punch to his lips and took another sip of it, happy to have the alcohol, weak as it was by his standards, take a bit of the edge off and function as a bit of social lubricant.
He blinked a few times as he listened to her outlandish tales of his homeland. Not at all certain how her imagination had turned a vast wasteland into an adorable fantasy, he rubbed the back of his head as he responded, “Erm…no. Zere are no riding volves or giant bones. Volves usually come to try to eat ze animals, not to be like ze horses.”