Well, at the very least the host was accommodating! Claire’s ever present grin widened just a touch, keeping solid eye contact as she nudged the bowl of snacks towards the big man. It was a bit like fumbling around a social minefield for someone like her, ignorant to most ways of her own kind – she was raised by humans, after all.

“Thanks big guy,” The dullahan commented cheerfully, brushing passed Niall as his attention turned to the other guests. Instead Claire’s gaze focused on the assortment of drinks on display for the taking, cheerfully humming to herself as her fingertips grazed across the labels. It was all very high class, but not quite to the Irishwoman’s liking – ah, there we go. Picking up a bottle of one of the harder liquors had Claire [i]almost[/i] drinking directly, but she remembered her manners last minute. Soon a stout glass was in her hands as she finally took the time to look at others, leaning against the bar and sipping her drink. Soon her eyes slid over to two of the girls, a rather drunk splice and … a gifted, perhaps? Either way, soon one was quickly heading off and the brunette raised a hand to flick after her cheerfully.

“Enjoy your night!” Briefly Claire attempted to offer some of her drink to Thanatos, but the stuffed horse nestled in her sash merely turned his head up. “Snob,” She teased to her companion, but merely resumed sipping on her drink as she watched the proceedings in the room with interest. It appeared that [i]another[/i] party was about to be crashed. Now that was just a mood killer.

But learning that one of them, cherry hair, was from the dark court according to her gracious host? That got Claire’s attention, and she found her gaze lingering on Kiara. It was needless to say that a dullahan would be from the same place, had she not suffered from her peculiar circumstances. Perhaps, if Claire was lucky, she could chat with cherry hair. Maybe after the dragon was gone though, and with less alcohol around. Then again it [i]was[/i] a school, there was probably always going to be alcohol around. Speaking of which, her rugged host had a good idea offering the dragon a drink – nothing like drowning some brain cells when burnt.

“It really is quite a selection,” Claire offered in her usual fearless way towards the dragon, propping an elbow up on the bar to rest her chin against her palm. “Even I found something, and I’m picky!”