lavitz/foxe | evening.
Foxe was having a good time at least somewhat in spite of himself. He'd been dragged into the center of things by a friend and given an extra large cup of some sort of strong alcohol. There'd been singing that he'd been forced to join in on and it had left him feeling a bit more cheerful than he'd intended to feel.
Not quite drunk, but realizing that he was on his way there and probably a bit too old for sloppiness, he eventually wormed his way out of the center of the room. The songs were still being sung and someone shouted after him, but Foxe waved his hand and continued on to a safer distance.
He spotted Lavitz on the bench as he continued on and paused. Lavitz had a sour-ish look on is face; it was something that wasn't entirely uncommon for him. On a whim, Foxe decided to stop by him and have a seat to his right. "Lavitz," Foxe said with a small smile on his face, "You look to be enjoying yourself this evening." It was a gentle tease, the sort that seemed welcome enough because the pair were familiar with one another.