@klcusvonbulow
The party was winding down, most people retired from the dining room back to their private quarters, as Solveig stood at the bar getting herself yet another drink. Aside from actually eating dinner, or rather picking at her plate if food, and a couple conversations, she'd spent most of her time on the attached balcony. Occupying her time by drinking and speaking with anyone who'd ventured into the night's chill.
Between the ability to ignore her own problems by taking over her assigned character and the multiple glasses of bourbon she'd been nursing all evening, she was actually in a fairly good mood. After flirting rather forwardly with the bartender, she accepted the new glass with a wink before turning to walk away.
Stumbling over an invisible lip in the floor she grumbled, looking up to meet Klaus' gaze. She wasnt so far gone that she didn't know it was only a few minutes before midnight on the thirty first. She didnt like what that meant, but she'd made a promise, and even very tipsy Solveig held her word to high regard. Prancing over with a grin she nearly fell to the german, grabbing his arm to stabilize herself. "Klausy," she sang before giggling softly. "Oh you look so nice, but you normally do, yes?" Cooing, she raked her finger tips gently over his jaw. "It really is unfair, I just want to kiss you all over...," she added with a slight pout. Deepening her voice to a tone to mock a statement he'd made in an earlier conversation she added, "But that would be a distraction." She wasn't fully drunk yet, but still found herself distracted from what she'd meant to talk to him about.
