I sip, you sip, we sip [Jup's bachelor orgy]

He was loving his dainty little scarf. She smelled nice and felt nice across his shoulders. Like a warm, sweet smelling blanket. It was nice. He needed to pick up strangers more often. "I meant it, lovely. Hop off whenever or, ya know, spend some time with me. I don't bite unless you're into that." Jupiter started to weave through the gathering wolves, noting who was doing what and how much of it. If he could retain any of what he was seeing he planned on trying to use as much of it as he could later. There were a lot of awfully beautiful looking wolves present.

Jupiter spied Darya and grinned drunkenly at her. "Darya," he enthused warmly while trying to throw his arm over her shoulder like he had Tyrian's. She was a smidge taller so after lifting his arm and noting 1) how high the reach was and 2) that he'd likely upset his blanket, he aborted the side hug and opted instead to slap her shoulder. "I'm glad you could come. There's a lot of pretty people here. Like, for example, this lovely." He twisted around to motion at Rava. "Lovely, this is Darya. And Darya, this is Lovely."

To Darya, he said, "Today's the day we find out what you're into, eh? It's like Christmas, honestly. Tell me, what do you want? I'll get it for ya, cross my heart." It occurred to him that she probably hadn't had a drink yet. He threw up a paw and made a shushing motion. "Don't answer yet." His head snapped around in search of a container. Spying one, he drug it over and thrust it at Darya's feet. "Drink this and think on it, okay?"