'Dion'. A man of party and of madness. With the befitting moniker of 'A being who's look for pleasure only exceeded by his perpetual drunkenness', he is seemingly ploting his next glorious celebration of the art in wine. Which he had extended you an invite to. While seeming that formalities would be of utmost important, for he takes the art of wine and brew above his own life. That usually entails a sickening amount of indulgence in said wine. So only a matter of time where said formalities are lost within the drunken, maddening rage.

You chose to attend, what once a party turns to a well dressed mosh pit, but standing off to the crowd, holding her small cup of what only could be wine, she stands idlely, looking around a bit. Most likely waiting for everyone to sober up so she could leave...