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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala[/u][/b]

What… What’s happening? The virtuoso caught the glass the cleric had chucked their way and returned it to a waiter before heading towards the bar. “Syed, don’t tell me one of our friends threw that,” He asked the brightly blushing mage before glancing over at the dance floor. The ballroom dancers swept to one side as if repelled by the sudden appearance of a very enthusiastic Moira, who was grooving along with Amy. The two of them seemed to want Aria to join them…

“Hey you! Stop that!” Lute crowed and skirted over in between Simon and Aria, shifting from one foot to another with his arms spread out to intercept the speedy photographer. [i]Flash![/i] A sudden burst of light blinded the virtuoso and he staggered back, tripping on Amy’s discarded heels, orange and blue dots swirling around along with the smattering of people who decided to continue dancing. He turned his back on the energetic student and braced his head on the sides with his arms, still blinking to dispel the last waves of multicolored polka dots.

Wait… 

“Are you actually batting your eyelashes? At [i]me[/i]?” Well, probably not at him but at Simon since he just got in the way, but Lute exclaimed in disbelief nonetheless as the illusionist gave him a dopey smile. “Wow, this is bad. Just how many- Whoa!” The white-haired man took a step back when he saw the gyrating, chin-jutting bartender mixing a drink. How… How does he do that!? Does he have no bones? Another flash disrupted his vision and Lute turned to the source, who was still posing and taking pictures at different angles at the speed of light. “Can you… stop that!? Enough! Hey! Are you even listening to me!? It's very impolite and- [i]Oof![/i]” The virtuoso grimaced and raised his arm to block the flashes, stepping to the side to catch up when Simon when once again, he tripped on the cleric’s shoes.

This time he fell on his butt, jarred by the sudden fall that was surely caught on cam.