Discord was known for showing up in specific places just to wreak havoc. This was to be his plan for the gala— show up, cause mischief and leave satisfied.

Though, underdressed for the occasion, he didn't think for one moment that he would meet your gaze from across the room. He wasn't planning on becoming fond with anyone, but the more your eyes lingered on one another, the more Discord imagined himself looking out of place and not dressed for the event.

His plan was, originally, to leave everyone dumbfounded and soaked in the beverages on the table, but now he carefully walks up to you, holding a beverage out as if to entice you with it.

"Hi," he smiles. It's so not like him to try and make himself comfortable with others, not when he's known as the trickster of the town. "Care for a drink? My name is Discord."