Sky/Juliette
Bathroom trips were unfortunate, but with how much Sky was eating and drinking, it was also inevitable. The thief made a quick exit to the nearest restroom, but when he emerged he saw that the table had filled up with people again, and he frowned. He knew he was smaller than most, but he didn’t really feel like putting forth the energy to move around them right now.
So, with a sigh, he leaned against the nearest door frame and glowered as he watched the crowd mingle and gobbling up too slowly the delicious food.
Juliette might not have noticed him, had someone not bumped her shoulder and sent her in his direction. She spotted him shortly before someone -- she didn’t know the young man, but surely he was one of the Bards’ Guild attendees, how else to explain his appalling behavior? -- started catcalling and pointing in their general direction.
She looked up.
Then, her cheeks pink, back down to Pyr (or was it Sky? How was she supposed to tell?).
The rude young man kept cheering. “Absolutely not,” said Juliette.
It took Sky a moment to catch on what that guy over there was laughing about, but when Juliette looked up, he did too, and he froze in absolute horror.
Oh fuck no. Luckily, Juliette voiced the same opinion. Sky wrinkled his nose, turned to Juliette, and stuck his tongue out with an eloquent “Bleh!” before storming off.
She still didn’t know which of them it had been, but presently, she had another concern.
Her temper simmering, she turned to the young man who had turned from catcalls to jeering when Pyr (Sky?) had taken off. “If you have an issue,” she said, “I would be happy to resolve it for you.”
She did not look particularly menacing in her ruffled gown, with her hair in curls down her back, but there was, apparently, just enough temper in her eyes for the jeers to stop.
Head held high (and cheeks crimson), Juliette turned away and went blindly in the opposite direction.