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[b]Tobias' Gala: Table[/b]
[i]"So um, am I forgiven?"[/i]

Syed looked down at the mug, somewhat suprised that a party like this even served tea. Or that Lucien even thought of asking for it. But hey, Lucien always seemed to know what he felt like or what he wanted. He was a good friend like that. When he actually stopped to think about it, that was. He looked back to his friend, considering him for a good solid moment.

Then without any warning, he reached over with one of his long arms and pulled the panda hat right off Lucien's head, pulling it over his own curls instead. A large dorky grin spread across his features. "Don't be silly," he laughed, patting Lucien on the shoulder. "I'm just wierd with this kind of thing. I'm happy to back you up when you chat with girls, but don't drag me into it okay?"

His smile quickly faded though, as he looked back to his tea. He felt guilty now. Like he had sabotaged Lucien's attempts. Just because... nah, no point thinking about that. "I'm sorry too," he added quietly, cupping his hands around the tea. Then without another word he lifted the cup to his lips, and ding! immediately looked classy as hell. Somehow. The magic of tea.

Syed raised an eyebrow with a slight smile at how Lute spoke Aria's name, along with the strange buzzing which now filled the air around them. He exchanged looks with Lucien. However, Lute was kind of right. Sure, Moira was positively lapping it up, and Aria was going full on flirt-mode, but who knew what they'd think when sober. Okay, yeah, Moira would still love it. But he knew Amy would be mad as hell if she saw a photo of herself like this, that's for sure.

"Let me talk to him," he said quickly, standing up and striding towards Simon. Well, Moira was [i]twerking[/i] now. No wonder Lute thought she was having a seizure. "Hey, Simon? Can I have a word-"

"SY!" Moira bellowed as she slammed down her toast drink, causing him to flinch. "Where have you been?! Come on, we're dancin'."

"Moira! Wait-!" Syed spluttered, flushing at the idea. Oh no...

"Ey. Eyyyyyyyy. Ey. Don't ruin her jazz," Moira slurred a little, thumbing towards Aria as she flirted away. And with that she stomped onto the dancefloor, dragging Amy's wrist in one hand and yet [i]another[/i] drink in the other. And started rave dancing, shouting at the others to join. The formal dancers on the floor looked [i]disgusted[/i].

Syed pulled the hat he still wore forward over his face - the silly mask wasn't doing enough to cover the vibrant shade of crimson which was staining his cheeks. Oh Vayu let the winds take him away now...