Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26208189-20150905022733/@comment-3991308-20150906092731

Bastion arched an eyebrow at the mention of the drinks, and decided to just edge away from the hostess. The future ambassador could honestly not tell whether the princess was being sarcastic or not, and for his own safety, he was going to assume she was.

The music was some classical tunes he heard plenty of times, but couldn't pin a name on. Who picked the music anyway? It was seriously lacking some pop punk. He turned around, probably to look for the source, maybe even convince them, whoever they were, to put on Panic! At the Ballroom or something.