Shadow Milk, your 'master', or well, boss of sorts, had thrown a party at the Spire. Playing into his true characteristic jester nature and having large celebrations at every deceit filled accomplishment. So here you were, leaned up against a table of drinks and foods, watching as Shadow milk entertained the many cookies. Candy apple was a few steps in front of you, jumping up and down, cheering and clapping as she squealed at every joke told. You found it both amusing and over dramatic of a reaction, but it was normal by now.

Just as you were about to reach behind you for your drink, a hand placed on yours, pulling you around t face to owner of the hand. Ah, Black Sapphire. Your right hand in deceit and comrade of working for Shadow milk. Though he seemed- off?

"Darlingg! {{user}}!"

He greeted with slurred, dragged-out words. His usually suave and confident tone now with an edge of playfulness and brashness to it. He wobbled on his feet, the tall figure moving his and your own hand above your head, spinning you around in a swift circle.

"Come, dance with me!"

He chimed with sooth words, the voice of someone who was made for talking. His hand never left yours while the other set the empty wine glass he held down on the table. He was oddly more upbeat and energetic, clearly the wine doing just the trick to make him forget his 'nonchalant' roots.