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➽LOCATION: Marvelle's gardenxxxxx➽COMPANY: Kalilee, Orindaxxxxx➽MOOD: Very, very drunk xxxxx➽OOC:
Zayd was perhaps a little too intoxicated to realize the implications of Melilora's speech and actions. He missed the way her calm veneer cracked just a little to reveal a storm brewing underneath, and he didn't notice the bite in her words as she dismissed himself. Instead, he looked after her momentarily, thinking about how nice her dress looked when it swayed back and forth like that. His brow furrowed in confusion after some time had passed, though. Where was she going? Had she said? She'd said something, he was sure. What it was though he could not recall. And now there was someone else standing before him, a vaguely familiar face. Zayd blinked a couple of times while a blank expression spread itself across his face. Where did he know this elegant-looking female from? Gray eyes traced a thin, chiseled face and noted high cheek bones and vibrant eyes before he was distracted once more by Orinda. Hmm, he had those high cheek bones and prominent features too, didn't he? The dark-haired prince stared for what could have seemed like a moment too long at the Incendian's handsome face before he registered the words spoken and let out a hearty laugh.
"I'm a wonderful dancer!" he insisted to Orinda, giving the older man a crooked smirk. "I can show you sometime if you want." His tone made it clear that it was not only an offer to show him his dancing abilities, but to partner up and dance together. He even reached out a hand and rested it on Orinda's upper arm, letting his own arm hang limp except for where his fingers gripped the king's arm. Lean, built muscle greeted his fingers, making Zayd feel mysteriously a bit warmer. Making an odd, strangled noise, he promptly dropped his hand from the other man's arm and turned his attention to the ground, where he was mildly distracted by various tidbits of thoughts running wild in his brain. Anything to distract him from the thoughts he'd just had about the king were good, though. Unlike a lot of the other royals, Orinda didn't brush him off. He entertained him, he smiled at him, he seemed amused by his antics rather than disgusted. Right?
His gaze trailed up the gown and form of the woman now, and when he heard the name, it clicked. Kalilee! From horse-back riding! "Ah, actually we have met," he informed Orinda, giving a knowing smile to Kalilee. "I s'pose we weren't actually introduced per say, though..." The prince gave a drunken chuckle, leaving his sentences vague, though not entirely on purpose. Details seemed to slip through the cracks when he was this drunk. There was something he wanted to say, though. "You both! ********, yer both gorgeous." One finger pointed back and forth between the two of them before Zayd allowed himself to stumble sideways a bit to lean and elbow on Orinda's shoulder, maybe a little on purpose. He leaned his head on the king's shoulder as well, nuzzling his hair a bit against his neck. Then, dizziness. A lot of dizziness. He attempted to stand up straight again, gripping Orinda's shoulder tightly. "Oh, I don't..."--his sentence was interrupted by a soft belch and a pained facial expression--"I don't feel so good... What's in that stuff?" Zayd's last words were horrendously slurred, almost incomprehensibly, and he swayed violently back and forth, his eyes drooping.