#scripted: dane

while dane loved balls of all kinds, this one was rather dry. he was used to the use of magic to spice things up, so he was starting to grow a little bored. he was itching to show off a bit, taking one of the flutes of champagne and causing tiny fireworks to sprout from it. he handed it to a nearby woman, grin wide and proud. “for you. not to worry – they won’t harm you. they are merely there to reflect your own beauty back to you,” he said with a small wink. he’d been trained on how to flirt and schmooze, and it worked for him for the most part.