Koen had been strolling, idly, mind on a certain diminutive woman who loved to bake and had a gorgeous voice; he hadn't been expecting to be pulled into an embrace with a drunken woman, and the gigantic sunflower on her hatband very nearly took out his eye as he struggled not to fall over completely. He was not the most graceful of creatures at the best of times, and she had startled him and taken him off-balance...
There was another carnival member caught in the woman's other arm, and Koen managed a nod and a faint smile before the overwhelming scent of the perfume and alcohol nearly made him retch.
"Yes, Happy New Year to you as well, here, if you could just...let me go..." Managing to untangle himself, he offered a hand to the tattoo artist, smile returning.
"Miss Anahita, correct? I do not believe we've had the pleasure of officially meeting...I'm Koen. Goodness, it's quite mad here this evening, isn't it?"