Merrion/Ari/Drake/Chloe
"A clinic, of course - that makes sense," Ari said. Drake seemed to go through phases where he practically lived in them. Se had to wonder sometimes if he simply had a weakness for white mages. "I'm glad to hear you're feeling better now," she said. "It would be a shame to be sick at a ball."
When the waiter glared, she too offered a smile in apology. After he had left, she leaned back against the wall, content for a moment to watch the other dancers. She would join them again soon, she was sure. Probably not with Drake - her luck wasn't that good - but she doubted she'd have any shortage of partners. And speaking of...
As the orchestra wound down to the end of the dance and Drake and Chloe headed back their way, she spotted a familiar head of red hair on the dance floor, accompanied by... "I think," she told Merrion with a truly mischievous smile, "I need to go look up a friend. Will you excuse me for a few minutes?" With that, she was gone, heading across the dance floor, her eyes on her target.
[[OOC: Ari is now exiting the thread to thread jump, please feel free to continue without her!]]