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[h2][color=lime]Walter Ozwyrd[/color][/h2][/center]
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Day 1 [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Time:[/color] Dusk/Evening (Before The Ball)/(During the Ball) [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=gold]◈[/color][color=lime]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Participants:[/color] Walter Ozwyrd [@A Lowly Wretch], Myrion Stevar [@Teyao], Patty Grumbel [@Aeolian][/center]
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Seemed he had himself one who'd fancy himself a tough negotiator, eh? Well, Walter was not one to let his pitch die on the first hurdle.

[color=lime]"Interesting for you 't bring all that up. Nobody said a thing about spiking the drinks at the drinks table, least of all me. After all, do I look like the kind'a guy who'd intentionally violate the sanctity of the law and subvert the student council's authority purely for the leisure of it?"[/color] He posed his question back to Myrion, undaunted by his pressure. It was true, he wouldn't go out of his way to subvert legal authorities for the heck of it. Now, for profit on the other hand...

[color=lime]"Tell 'ya what-"[/color] He reached into his satchel, digging around while letting his words carry for an awkwardly long moment, before producing from it both his ink pen and the tips jar. With a quick jot he wrote [u]Please drink responsibly, (Insert legal drinking age here) and older only.[/u] just below the tips logo on the jar. [color=lime]"They'll be fairly warned. If I know they're minors I won't serve 'em either."[/color]

With that said he shoved his stuff back into his satchel, folding table still underarm, and started shuffling off away from the guy and off towards the crowd. [color=lime]"Like I said, gum under th' table."[/color] Were his parting words to the four eyed fellow as Walter vanished into the growing crowd of students, slipping out of sight as he made his way into a lonely corner of the hall to start setting up.

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[u]Later, during the ball proper...[/u]
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Walter sat there, feet kicked up on his stand, chemistry textbook in hand and only a couple loose quarters in the tip jar. The night was still relatively young and most folks were still worrying about who they were going to dance with and what-not. Not ol' Walter though, he wasn't about the dance scene. If having two left feet and the dancing complexity of a one-block rubix cube wasn't enough he just never saw the appeal in dancing in pairs. He sure as heck was sure nobody would wanna be holding his clammy, grubby hands though dexterous they may be. He was more of a ragtime sort of guy, down to jam to a peppy tune over slow-dance focused ball music.

Of course he wasn't here to dance anyhow. He was here to study and make a bit of cash on the side. The music was just a convenient background track to read to. It was odd that the headmistress had left with the bald one, leaving the whole show in ol' Miss Grumble's hands. Didn't strike him as much of a party host, lest it was a tea party that is.

Such was why it also struck him as strange when she quietly got up and started floating on by towards an open ceiling panel. Given that he was also somewhat in the back of the ballroom hall meant it was slightly more obvious to him than to anyone else occupied in their own gossip or dancing.

[i]Huh, if she leaves then who's gonna keep the rain from running in through that open skylight?[/i] He wondered. It wasn't too much of his concern but a curiosity nonetheless. Shoving both the book and the contents of his tip jar into his satchel he got up and inconspicuously drifted up behind her, keeping distance so he didn't disturb what she was doing but mostly just floating up to the edge of the skylight just to see what might of been going on outside.

[i]Good thing I wore my hat today[/i] He tipped the rim of his hat up as the rain ran down the sides, soaking anything below.