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.

She really wasn’t sure what was going on, playing Jupiter’s scarf wasn’t bad though and he had promised to take extra special care of her. With the drink coursing through her she worried much less about.. something. Something dangerous but just as equally didn’t matter this night. She forgot about the atrocities she’d lived and was only concerned with how warm she was atop her galactic tower. A smile played at her dark lips and she had by now lowered the hood of her cloak. A sign of her growing comfort.

Rava wasn’t ready to leave her protector, she might have remained with him all night just for his familiarity, but she was getting in the way of his own intimate moments, though she wondered if he thought about asking her to join in with some of these perfect specimens… Where was her mind going? The last time she’d opened up to anyone… something bad had happened. She couldn’t remember right now but it still made her heart hurt. Until she took another swig of her bottle.

Suddenly after that she was on the ground and watching Jupiter stalk off. Terror gripped her, why she wasn’t sure, but she too finally gained the courage to look at who she had been left with. Liquid silver eyes blinked up at the beauty before her, much like Jupiter his grin held no ill will. Despite the circumstances she felt less like an object under his gaze than she had her master before. Like she was worth something, even if it was just the pattern of her lush fur.

”Moon jellies?” She asked him curiously (but softly, she was still feeling timid), keeping to her dark paws and retaining the distance between them. Rava took another swig of her beverage and thought for a moment before offering her new companion a swig in return.

"Yeah!" he enthused in a slightly too loud voice. "Moon. Jellies." That was his attempt to explain what he was talking about. It made sense in his head. If she could just read his mind that would be great. The woman held out a bottle, which he accepted gladly and took as a good sign of her willingness to be with him. No one offered a drink to someone they didn't want to at the very least hang out with so even though her face suggested she was thinking about burrowing into the sand, Hyperion was heartened. It was time to see the jellies.

He took a big swig of her drink and then gave it back to her. Oh, that was good stuff. He was going to have to mooch off of her some more or find his own bottle. Hyperion jerked his head towards the water and said, "Come on, I'll show ya. They're pretty neat. Oh, my name's Hyperion by the way..." He paused and thought about it for a second, then with a playful grin, tossed out the words, "Bring that bottle with ya, eh?" If she didn't budge he would be tempted to give her a push in the right direction. This night was too wild to be a shy stick in the mud and he loathed the idea of leaving her to such a fate.