Tanek & Clara
"Mmmmhey," Tanek said back. He squinted for a second, needing to focus his eyes. If you were too fucked up on this, your eyes tended to dart around, mixing and matching your vision. But, no fear. He soon realized who he was talking to. "Clara!"
Tanek's moves slowed down a little as his mind wandered away from the activity of dancing. Rather than a spastic rusalka, he now resembled a breezy piece of seaweed, shimmying in the current. He took a gulp of his drink - OJ with a hint of vodka - and smiled brightly at Clara. "I'mmm having fun, I'mmm feeling good. Are you? Are you enjoying the party? It's an awesommme party, right?"