It wasn't a shade he commonly wore, but due to the origin of today's celebration Tieria had been more open to the idea of conforming with the seemingly endless list of cultural holidays. Ditching the pinks, lilacs and pastel yellows, he'd managed to dig out a mint green shirt which was about as much effort as he was going devote towards the festivities.
Though, maybe a drink or two on top of the standard green dress wouldn't be too indulgent. The Meister rarely consumed alcohol but, tradition was tradition and apparently the Irish liked to commemorate the passing of their Patron Saint by consuming inhumane volumes of beer and or liquor - probably a mixture of both and who knew what else.
It was a decision he had come to regret a lot sooner than expected, once stranded amidst the rapidly increasing crowds of drunk and disorderlys barging their way through the streets with little regards for the more civil residents. Far from being cured of his highly strung disposition when it came to these things, Tieria had quickly scouted out a tavern in which to take refuge. Stopping just outside a more or less sanitary looking building draped in leprechaun themed banners.
What was he doing here? He knew two perfectly decent Irishman he could have requested to accompany him and somehow, just ended up alone and quite clueless with how to proceed. Quick to conclude that this had all bee a big mistake, he'd began to step away from the entrance hesitantly - his back ending up flush against something too cushiony to be a wall or street lamp, and more precisely - too noisy.
