oh what tangled webs we weave

The moon was high overhead when Tyrian finally settled into the sand by himself. He shimmied around until his back created a comfortable divot in the dune he was propped up against. With a bottle at his side he was ready for some serious people watching. The night was getting good, too. There were drunks everywhere - himself included - and though he may not have been up to any shenanigans at the moment, there were a ton going down.

He was quiet save for the occasional drunken cackle at some fool's expense. Sooner rather than later he'd get up again and rejoin the festivities, but for now he was comfortable and content to watch. There was plenty more fun to be had and he fully intended to partake in as much of it as he could. He just needed a little break to regroup. This was all so new and drunk or not, he needed to relax for a second and do nothing. Considering the wild events at his back, Tyrian had already done enough to call it a night if he'd been so inclined. He was no quitter, however. To sunrise and not a moment sooner.