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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Beast's Belly
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] 'Lyla'/Tristam [@Viciousmarrow]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Relaxed → Confused → Angry → Bewildered → Resigned [/center] 
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Man, this was actually kind of all right! You know, once he let himself forget everything and just let loose. Kinda refreshing if you asked Keats. Maybe, just maybe, he was actually gonna have a good night! Had a few drinks already, so he was on his way. In fact, he was starting to think that he really could just forget everything altogether. It was a pretty great thought to be having.

And just as he thought that, he heard someone call out his name. Normally that wouldn't be counted as a bad sign for his night, but this particular voice belonged to Gianna. In other words, it was pretty likely trouble, and he didn't really have the option to ignore her either. Listening to her, Keats found himself just a little bit confused as he looked at Gianna's companion. He nodded out of habit, but by that point the one making the request was long gone.

What was he supposed to be doing here anyway? He'd seen the two of them having a drink together, or at least he'd seen Gianna buying a drink for the foreign girl, but-

He paused for a second. If his intuition was right, combined with what he knew about Delirium and the people in here, that had probably not been a normal drink. He was smart enough to guess that whatever had gone into that glass wasn't just alcoholic. Whether there would have been any actual alcohol at all was debatable.

Wait, Gianna didn't actually expect him to..? A seriously dark look crossed Keats' face. Okay, so most likely Gianna thought he was a bit of a thug, but did the bitch actually expect him to be stupid enough not to see what she was doing? Or worse, did she think he'd do it anyway? Like he was some kind of fucking rapist? Gritting his teeth, it took him several moments to even look at the 'foreign girl', and when he did the expression on his face was anything but happy.

Of course, when the girl started cackling, he was taken completely off guard. So much for foreign, apparently. Although at least she seemed to know what was going on. After a blank stare for a few seconds, Keats registered that he was actually being asked a question. Glancing over his shoulder, he sighed. [color=#FFBF00]"That... is a complicated one. I wasn't planning on going along with her little [i]suggestion[/i], anyway."[/color] he said, obvious distaste for the whole thing coming through his voice as he gestured towards the bar and then back to the girl. [color=#FFBF00]"But I guess I'm supposed to be on her side or something. Friend, though, is a strong word. Probably wouldn't go that far."[/color]

He gave the girl a slightly nervous grin. Part of him wished it hadn't all been a disguise though, purely because the actual personality was seeming a bit less mentally stable. Was no-one in this school able to function like a normal human occasionally? Okay so they weren't exactly normal humans but that really wasn't the point. The [i]point[/i] was that there were a lot of people in here that could murder him if he made them angry and this was seeming like that exact type of situation. There was definitely something off about this whole situation, that was for sure.

Giving the girl a slightly tired look, he sighed. [color=#FFBF00]"If you don't mind me asking, what're you actually doing here? Seeing as you're dropping the whole confused foreigner act, I'm guessing there's a reason. Unless you just did it to fuck with Gianna."[/color] he smiled with surprising politeness, clearly not being angry at that concept the way he was probably supposed to. Only reason he was really asking was so he knew if he had to leave before shit went sideways. He'd kind of given up on trying to actually stop anything at this point. at this point he'd just go with the flow and see how things turned out. It seemed to be as good an idea as any.