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Moving out of the way of the little child, Tsu turned a little when he saw a blond haired woman come walking in from outside. Fashionable... but hardly late. Still something was nagging in the back of his mind as to why he shouldn't flirt with her. Something.... like he's seen her before. Shaking the feeling, Tsu decided instead to move into the ballroom for an early drink and to mingle with his neighbors... as well as the few newcomers to the party.

"What? no limeade!?" Tsu cried in disappointment at the bar. "Hold on... I think I have some in my apartment. With that, Tsu ran back outside and up to the elevators.

Tentatively poking his head through the slightly opened double doors, Kyou peeked inside. His face was a slight blush, embarassed from being so fashionably late. Goddamn Tsu, I can't read his writing at all!! Kyou crunched the small piece of paper in his fist and threw it into a rubbish bin nearby as he entered the hall. For the past 2 hours Kyou had been wandering half of Gambino, looking for Julian's apartment because he couldn't read Tsu's scrawl. Nor could Kyou read road signs in the night too though, as he's half blind at night.

Moving to the reception desk, Kyou grabbed the pen and signed his name on the clipboard, before hanging his coat on a hanger behind the desk. He straightened his vest and walked over graciously to the refreshment table, noting everyone in the ballroom. Tonight, he prefers to lay low a little and quietly observe the crowd from the sides.

All of these are alcohol... Kyou frowned as he stood for a moment in front of the alcoholic refreshments table. Kyou has very low tolerance towards alcohol, so naturally he tries to avoid them if possible.

Aphismet hesitate to come in, unsure if this was the place. After all, he'd been quite lost on the way here, and now he was late! He wondered if anyone would notice... He knew it wasn't good to hope this, but he dearly wished there would be lots of alcohol at the party. He needed to unwind something fierce, and the only way he would stop feeling nervous or self-conscious around all these doctors and other such educated people, was to drink himself into a state of stupidity. More so that his usual stupidity, that is.

He walked in and spotted a good few people already. The place was so grand... He was jealous. All he could ever afford was small apartments.

Ah! Good. Alcohol. Aph made his way to the bar straight as an arrow. He didn't want to talk to anyone without having at least a small amount of sweet nectar in his veins. He grabbed the first bottle he saw and poured himself a glass, not really caring what was in it.

"Ahhh," Aph sighed with a slight smile as he imbibed the entire glass of red wine, and poured himself another. He felt more capable of meeting these people, now.

Turning to face the room, Aph finally tried to see who was here. He recognized a few faces, most notably Julian and Shuura... And Dr Tsu was here! He couldn't see miss Chloe about just yet... Did that mean that Roux wouldn't be going to the sleepover? Rivener would be terribly upset, and for a second Aphismet was afraid that if that was the case, Riv would threaten him until he agreed to let the Ice Raevan visit him at their house... That was an idea Aph found very frightening. He didn't want to have to see that Ice boy ever ever again...

GAH, stop thinking about bad things! You'll deal with that later, his mind informed him. Just drink and have fun! Ooo, look, that guy has horns!

Spotting Dr Kyou, Aphismet blinked. He almost looked like Rivener... long black hair and horns. No wings though. Maybe that guy was a Raevan and he was at the wrong party? Aph walked over to meet this strange fellow.

"Err, hi!" He began awkwardly. "I'm Aphismet. I, er, my... I mean, I'm Rivener's guardian." Since this was a Raevan-owner party, Aph assumed it was expected to introduce yourself as such.

"A pleasure to see you again," Julian stated with a slight incline of his head that might have evolved into a full bow if he had been in the mood. It was unsurprising to the young man that Shuura was prone to taking over the conversation. Apparently, the two women knew each other, and who was he to get in the way of feminine bonding? Murmuring a small farewell that he was more or less sure neither lady would take note of, the junior scientist removed himself from the situation.

Stepping aside, it was far too easy for Julian to spot the unofficial guest of honor. Naturally, the good doctor had already attracted some attention in the form of his brother, but more recently the young Mr. Aphismet. Satisfied smirk in place, Julian approached the two men quietly, waiting for the supposedly younger man to finish his introduction as a Raevan's guardian before he offered his own.

"Dr. Kyou," he stated, if only to recieve the good doctor's attention. "I do hope you remember me."

"I'm not so short that I'm invisible." Renhei huffed to himself, his face scrunching in a displeased manner. His question was answered anyway when a woman with long black hair and horns walked in and signed the... wait.. that wasn't a woman. Renhei's cheeks flushed. Oh thank god I didn't try asking her if we were supposed to sign here. He reached up, plucked the book down, scrawled his name on it, and turned, quietly regretting that he had said he was perfectly capable of going to a party on his own. He already felt extremely young in the presence of so many older people.

He stepped into the hall. This was a disaster in the making. Already he had been ignored, mistaken one person for a woman, and an actual woman was blabbing on incessantl-- Wait! He knew her! He liked her! She was awesome! He glanced around, taking in the ambiance of the decorations and refreshments, before heading over to a table. In reeked of alcohol. Ew. He made a slight face. Next table. Much better. Renhei carefully made a shirley temple, making sure to steal a cherry to drop into his drink, although he had to steal it from the table that smelled a bit bad. His stomach growled. Next stop was definitely the food...

Aphismet fell back a bit as Kyou rushed away. He blushed furiously and self-consciously... He wasn't doing well at all! Oh, this was no doubt a sign of what the whole evening would be like...

Taking a deep breath, Aphismet upturned his nearly-full glass, drinking it all down in two gulps. "Time for another and another," he muttered to himself as he headed back to the drinks table. This time, something a little stronger than wine; he looked for a sturdy-looking bottle, maybe some gin or vodka... Ah! There, good. Vodka. If there was one drink he was expert at making, it was bloody Ceasars. Those went famously with pizza. His life calling, he scoffed to himself, already in that stage of inebriety where you end up talking to yourself and no one else.

A little dash of this, a little dash of that, a celery stick, and voila! Pleased, Aph snatched up the drink and gave it a test-sip... perfect! He'd even managed to forget his failed attempt at sociability. Turning in place, Aph decided to just spend the night here by the bar, instead of pitifully trying to interact with people; that was very much beyond the scope of what he was considered good at.

"Oh alright," Kyou looked into the dark area beyond the rope. "I think I'll be fine on my own though." he gave Julian a reassuring smile as he spoke. Giving a little bow as a sign of thanks, Kyou quickly jumped over the rope and rushed into the washroom. Little did he noticed that he actually ran into the women's washroom. The dim surrounding, plus the fact that Kyou is partially blind in the darkness, moreso than normal people, he didn't see the signs clearly.

Turning on the tap, Kyou drenched his sleeve into the freezing running water. The stain is still a little wet to Kyou's relief, that means there's a better chance to remove the stain. Lucky for Kyou too though, the strawberry lemonade doesn't seem to have a lot of artificial colouring. After a few persistant scrubs the sleeve was completely cleaned.

Kyou uttered a curse under his breath, not only did he got lost when trying to get here, now he have a wet sleeve right after he arrived! This just isn't his night at all!

Drying his sleeve a little with a towel nearby, Kyou left the washroom and walked back to the hallroom, still messing with the wet sleeve, trying to make it to look less... drappy.