I deliberately find that area of the room that has people around it, but isn't too crowded nor the center of attention. On my way over, I say hello to every person my path crosses, trying to be friendly. Arriving in that spot, I pull a bottle of Red wine and a glass out of my jacket and pour myself a glass.
While I enjoy the fact that there are refreshments here, I prefer to bring my own to avoid any possible conflict with my anatomy. As a Hawkman, I really have to watch what I intake, as I don't necessarily digest all the things humans do, nor at the same rate. I remember my last ball, and I do NOT want to make a scene because the wine had too much alcohol for my hawkman liver to process, requiring me to go to the local hospital for poisoning after only a few glasses over the course of an hour.
As I drink, I survey the room, looking for anyone remotely interested in my direction. While I may not be human, I rather enjoy dancing, as it is one of the of the few activities that other humans can participate in that gives me that feeling of liberation similar to flying.
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