[center][color=f26522][h1]Roman Ravenwood[/h1][/color]

[color=39b54a]Interactions[/color]: Callum [@Helo] // Mayet [@13org][/center]
 
[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/aa261f8a-ed51-44d0-80fa-199bbb0a4e8a.jpg]Eavening Attire[/url] (Removed the small cape and most of the metal bits after the ball)

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Roman kept drinking feeling a little bit of a buzz after his fourth ale knowing he would start getting a bit tipsier after maybe 3 or 4 more and sloshed at about 12 or 13 drinks. Yet he felt that these drinks were not as strong as the mead back home. They sure didn’t taste as good more like a braggot than anything, a mixture of ale and mead, a good strong but bitter brew for a working man or warrior. 

It wasn’t until he finished his glass and started on the next did he see just how Callum responded to his drink. It was sudden and strange, he must have drank a lot more than he thought at the party as he was well aware that Callum was not a light weight. Mayet however was a wild card, it seemed she only drank half her glass but was being forward enough that even he could see that she was interested in him. 

A strange place indeed, with Callum suddenly blurting out a few things and laughing maniacally before wanting a race? Strange. Even Roman looked to the blue drink with clouds drifting by and back to his own dark lager. Pushing the drink back to towards the bartender with a smile, “[color=f26522]On second thought I think this ale is plenty enough for me. Please tell the owner of this establishment that he is doing a wonderful job and that if he ever needs or wants something made by the Ravenwood Craftsman Guild I would be happy to take his commission.[/color]” Roman smiled at the lady and turned his attention back to Mayet after watching Callum run off with a laugh of amusement.

“[color=f26522]This place is strange and I agree with what you said about Nala, only enough room for one or two predators in here it seems.[/color]” Roman took a few more gulps of his drink setting down the glass that was now half full. He felt himself getting a little warmer either from the atmosphere or the room itself he could not tell as he was used to much colder temperatures. Subconsciously undoing a few buttons at the neck of his shirt letting more of his muscular chest and shoulders show, the subtle sent of mountain jasmine drifting off of his bronze skin.

Taking in his surroundings again he took notice of the small food fight across the room, the dancers, and the fighting ring. Callum still running and moving, some others in the darker corners of the room having their own fun, while some just kept to themselves and drank. “[color=f26522]Callum is a good man not to great on the physical part, I think that’s the first time I’ve seen him run.[/color]” He couldn’t help but laugh, “[color=f26522]He suffers from what we like to call a glass jaw, I figured that one out the first time we met in a bar fight. The little guy will tucker himself out eventually.[/color]” Roman was well aware that he was insulting him but it was the kind of insults that old friends threw at each other from time to time.

“[color=f26522]How bout this then Mayet. You finish your drink, ill finish mine, and we can go see just how good it feels to dance to the beat of the music like those guys over there.[/color]” Motioning to the dance floor. “[color=f26522]If the tigress before me feels up for it that is?[/color]” A challenge but Roman was definitely having a good night. the morning should be even better when he gets to talk to Violet more on what they discussed at the ball. See just how much of a pain her father will be and if he will have to ask him every day to court his daughter. For now Roman knew it was time for fun and relaxation while he began to drink the rest of his glass.