Drake/Riv |Mid-evening| complete
His eyebrows went up at the shenanigans (because there was no other word for it) that Drake had just decided to engage in. Faram save him from idiots, but he couldn’t help it, he was more amused than embarrassed by what Drake had set out to do.
“I don’t know.” And he purposely gave a critical look to the new arrangement, “I suppose it is passable for this type of ball.”
Drake nodded, satisfied. “Not my best work, but definitely better than what’s here.” It was a sad state of affairs that an arrangement he took ten minutes on looked better than the ones surrounding them. At least there was one that didn’t offend the eyes of those who looked at it.
A quick look around told him that no one had even really noticed. Good. He grinned at Rivalen. “Let’s grab something to eat. The least they can do is feed us, right?” He placed an arm around Rivalen and started them towards the banquet table.