[b]Tuesday, Spring 2nd[/b]
[i]Forget-Me-Not Valley[/i]

[i]Now that the ground has stopped freezing, the crops we can start receiving. And to that I say it's Winter that we will not be missing![/i]

I could not be more obvious that Clara had been drinking If there had been neon signs directed at Clara's mug saying that it probably wasn't the first and in fact most of said mug's contents were already coursing through her blood, and this wasn't at all lost by Sketch. A faint tug at his lips produced what could possibly be labeled as the beginnings of a smile at her verse like reply and he was near regretting not having chosen to draw them all with their mugs in the air. To the grin she offered he returned the same faint tug of his lips as earlier before she disappeared into the mass of patrons who, as most crowds have the strange ability to do, had organised themselves without communication into dance partners and proceeded to do just that; dance.

Luckily for him, sketch was leaning by the same wall he had been since entering the establishment and so was not swept up in the human tide of dancers and alcohol. On the other end of the scale, this was a rather large group of people and that had always been a bit difficult for him. Not difficult in a freak out sort of way, simply that because there is so much going on, he tends to get lost in it. And that much was happening as the dance continued around him, the single visible violet eye drifted over the masses, seeing untold things as the music washed over him. Every now and again he would catch a glance of Clara as she danced merrily with the other patrons and each time he did he took note of different aspects of her: the blonde hair, the amber eyes. As he watched, he sketched the finer details to finish the piece.

At some point during the festivities, as he was losing himself in the moment, he was suddenly brought back to reality when something or someone fell into him. Fortunately he had the wall there to support him, unfortunately that's not the direction he was pushed. Instead he almost fell into a table, just managing to balance himself at a near perfect horizontal angle on the one leg and pull himself back up into a standing position. [i]Funny how the world looks different from that way[/i], the thought played through his mind as he checked his art book. A small frown starting moving across his features as he noticed that some whisky has been spilt across the drawing of the bar and it's occupants before it changed into something near thoughtful as he traced his finger through the amber liquid and used it to blur and swirl the charcoal drawing. The whisky changed the scene so the music was tangible and blurred most of the features of the occupants, leaving their faces to echo the happiness of the place without form. He decided to leave the pied piper girl. All this he did in a few swirls before popping the whisky soaked finger in his mouth to clean before looking up to see who had bumped him. From the look on her face she hadn't at all realised it was him that she bumped into and he'd obviously just missed something she said.

[i]Yeah sorry about knocking you there; The dance is just a bit... Yeah...[/i]

Sketch blinked a few times like a deer stuck between headlights before removing the finger from his mouth. "..Yes, people but not people, all as one big thing not thinking.. Bound to bustle some into some others", he offered her a crooked smile this time rather than the tiny version from before, it even lit up his violet eye as he looked down at her. After a moments pause and thought he spoke again, "Peaches or Pears?".