Jim/Selene
"It's almost like Mardis Gras, except I've fortunately never seen anyone throw their chests to the wind for a string of beads," He smirked as those words crept from his lips and he let his thoughts linger while he took another drink from his glass. "Of course I rarely stay past sunset at something like this, it's so different that it can almost be overwhelming." Not that he was afraid by anything, or nothing he would say aloud, but there was still a lot to discover.
He turned from the crowd to glance her way. "Hello - saying it now since I think I neglected my gentlemanly manners earlier with a greeting. I'm Jim."