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

Motif didn’t know what to think about this tall, easy going wolf. Perhaps her life had just gotten so complicated, but she was accustomed to those she knew treating her with kid gloves. “Ohh… It’s nice to meet you Hyperion” she offered him a cautious smile, but a touch of panic touched it when he mentioned going elsewhere to talk. He wasn’t trying to kidnap her, it was a party, surrounded by people. She had even seen Theory in passing. She was safe. Stepping away with him would mean less push of the crowds. It would be a good thing, right?

“Sure, okay, that’s a good idea Hyperion.” She said, offering him another cautious smile, and began to head in the direction he had indicated. Her heart was hammering in her chest from all the unknowns, the press of people, and from the sip of alcohol she had already had.