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

A lazy, lopsided grin slowly broke across Hyperion's features as he listened to the woman stumble around an introduction. It may have bothered her, but he found it endearing. The roundabout, unintended insult didn't hurt any either and he rather liked knowing where she stood. Of course it didn't come as a surprise. He knew what he looked like. It would have been more surprising if she'd curled her lip at him and walked away in disgust. His coat was vibrant and busy; comparing him to the party was apt. He took it as a compliment.

"Not rude at all. You speak your mind; that's a valuable thing." He knew it was a gaffe but saying that wasn't to his advantage. "It's nice to meet you, Motif. I'm Hyperion." The group was busy and the buzz of conversation was getting louder by the second. Hyperion glanced around as though a bit overwhelmed by the noise. He then glanced back at Motif and gave her a small smile. "Would you...want to go somewhere to talk?" He motioned to a quieter place on the edge of the party. There they would be able to speak in normal tones and they wouldn't have to dodge too many party goers. He also, maybe, wouldn't have to share Motif with anyone else. "Over there, maybe? I feel like I'm going to be dodging cart bound drunks if I stand here too long," he said with a laugh.