Altair quirked a brow at Vahliri's (@Altaris) words, a challenging look in his eyes. He switched off hands easily enough, gracefully moving with her, “And why’s that?” He asked as he spun her out and took a few steps into sweeping squares before tugging her back in, “You know I ain’t no good and I burn everything I touch,” He said as they continued to dance. She was no stranger to the drama that surrounded him at all times. The last social event was a nightmare and he was at the center of it. Being King meant he had even more drama potential.
Nevertheless, it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t find new ways to be infuriating. And so he tugged her towards himself again, spinning her so she easily twirled right against his chest, her back pressed against it. Altair leaned in towards her ear, “And only one of us fireproof,” His voice rumbled quietly before he twirled her out again, this time releasing her. The tiefling smiled at her before he grabbed a goblet off a passing tray, raising it in toast to her before taking a swig and walking off.
The night was young and he had many people to greet. He made his way over towards a group of Imperials, the crowds always parting the way whenever he walked. Despite cutting an imposing figure, it was obvious Altair was in the mood to celebrate.
“Gents,” He called out to them with a grin, “Thank you for joining this evening,” Altair said, “And thank you for all you do,” Altair said as he urged them all to raise their glass, “To the soldiers! Without whom there would be no Empire!” He said particularly loudly so nearby Sith were once again reminded of his stances. The tiefling grinned and threw back his drink, enjoying the rush of the local strong drink.
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