Alpha Peter | Constantine
Constantine wasn't much of a dancer either. There wasn't much dancing where his preferred genre of punk music was concerned so much as moshing or headbanging. Not that he wouldn't dance if he drank enough and if someone asked, but he wasn't going to go out of his way either.
So yeah. Normal party it was. While watching a bunch of hyperactive teenaged wizards have their way with the cobblestoned courtyard that they were treating as a dance floor.
"Oi, mate," he greeted with a lopsided smile. "Think it's called Tuesday here, innit?" Although it was Sunday. Point was, yeah, there were a lot of parties around here. It was all very festive and or uplifting. Constantine rather liked it, honestly. The social aspect was nice -- it was pretty easy to mind your own in a place like this. "You gonna pull any sweet moves out there?"