Aktamun & Neculai: The Dancefloor
Most people who noticed Aktamun avoided him. Not because he was some social pariah, but because he was very obviously drunk and very obviously not handling it well. Nobody wanted to be associated with that and get in trouble. So a path was formed for the young Standard through the crowd.
Neculai had gone to the dance with a girl in his Enchantments class who was helping tutor him in the magic behind it. They had eventually slept together, which only made their tutor sessions all the more interesting. More importantly, she had never slept with Sorin, and Neculai could know that she liked him for him. Currently his date was with her friends and Nick was on a quest for some water. He knew the alcohol situation because Sorin had known the alcohol situation of these dances. He wasn't in a rush to get sloshed and was pacing himself, but he was still thirsty.
He had come as a fortune teller and at some point in the evening, that fortune involved losing not only his crystal ball, but his shirt as well. He still had the colorfully dyed fuzzy wool coat, deep eggplant colored pants, and black shiny shoes. So he was mostly clothed as he went in search of water. He was also keeping an eye out for his own friends, for Tanek and Brenden specifically. As the aisle was made in the crowd for Aktamun's stumbling steps, Neculai got a first look at him and rolled his eyes, annoyed. Because unlike others, Sorin's lingering pestering conscience still sat on his right shoulder sometimes, telling him to take pity on people.
"You look like you could use some water. And probably a bush to puke in." Nick linked his arm with Aktamun's to keep him upright and to also try and veer him away from the direction of Mr. Cavanaugh, who seemed to have taken notice. Nick reached out at the water stand and smelled the cup before splashing its cold contents into Aktamun's face.
"You'll thank me later." The summoner said lightly and picked up a glass for himself o drink from.