How you doin?

Hyperion had reentered the scene after a little alone time with another partygoer only to immediately be bewildered by a big blue drunk who was suddenly in his face and eying him up and down like he was a steak. He was further taken aback when the drunk slid a small dark woman off his back, told him she was a lovely girl in need of something fun to do, and then staggered off after a small monkey riding a big pig. He was left standing there awkwardly with a stranger he was afraid to look at.

Of course he had to, though, and when he did Hyperion didn’t regret it. He relaxed immediately and gave her his brightest smile. “Hey there.” She was very pretty! Of all the strangers who could have been dumped on him suddenly, she was by far the most attractive. He was a sucker for red; it was his favorite color. “So...” he ventured, trying to cut through the awkward as quickly as he could before he lost her, “Fun, right? Ohh, I know! How you seen the moon jellies?” That seemed like a good, safe place to start while he tried to get a feel for her.