[ ah, literally speak of the devil. eula can only give venti a flat look as she watches him prance around on the dancepad. there really is no denying his expertise when it comes to music and applying it to a silly dance, is there? especially with that familiar drunken flush on his cheeks. ]

I often don't have enough time on my own to enjoy the festivals back home, but...

[ it is rather tempting. since when was the last time she'd let herself loose, anyway? ]

All right. Whoever wins will be treated by the loser to a cocktail. Does that sound fair, bard? [ he has a name......... ]