A quiet celebration.

[Rodent]

Mehndi wipes the sweat off his brow. That bout of dancing had got him pumped, and he was ready for some more. He started walking towards the stage again, but something he heard made him stop.

"Your facial structure is fascinating."

He did a double-take, turned around to see the purple-haired woman talking to Remus. Mehndi then proceeded to smack himself on the head a couple of times. Too much drink. Waaaay too much drink. He'd need to forgo a round on this one. Shaking his head, he jumped on the stage...

"Ladies and Gentlemen..."

He said over the crowd, getting their attention. Then he began performing this.

***

Lewis slumped in a chair, tired from a bout of frantic dancing. He'd lost a bit of groove. Actually, scratch that, he'd lost almost all of it. From his position, he looked around, and saw a man he didn't recognize seated on the other side. He waved a little to get his attention.

"Hey, I'm Reginald Lewis. Haven't seen you before."