((LATE BUT OH WELL)) Pushing through the crowd, Nadi made his way to the edge of the ballroom, leaning over and panting from the stamina he had to exert to get out of the mob. Dancing was surely not his forte, but there was no way else out of the crowd! As he lifted his head, he began charging toward the drink table, only to collide with a shorter frame, knocking them on the ground. After shaking his head, he extended a hand, extremely apologetic already. "I'm -- sorry, Miss. Are you alright?"
Once again, Frey was back at the drink table, making sure no one else would spike the punch bowl. She found herself coming back to this spot after every dance, but to her dismay she was always whisked away to dance again before she had a time to rest. This time however, instead of dancing again, her moment alone was interrupted by a strange collision , sending her falling onto the ground.
Luckily, Frey's arms managed to prevent her face from colliding with the floor, and as she rested on her back elbow she turned around to locate the culprit. Staring ahead of her, she found that a dark skinned man was standing above her. She frowned, her cheeks ruddy as she grabbed hold of his extended hand and let him pull her up. "Yes, I'm alright," she said curtly, dusting off her dress. "That was quite a blow -- what exactly were you doing, might I ask?"
