At some point, the music had elevated in volume and entered a more uptempo set. Between that and his advancing state of solitary intoxication, Froth felt inspired. But before he could clamber up on the bar and go from metronome swaying to all-out body popping, the seat next to him became occupied. Someone had invited themselves and their delightful figure to the private party localised within his personal space. It was just as well he'd grown tired of the anticlimax that befell Lori's group and had commenced the second phase of the night: dangerous,<i>fruitier </i>cocktails.<br/><br/>A segway to misbehaviour.<br/><br/>He hadn't seen the sisters come in, too busy drowning in the buzz rattling his skull, so it seemed that the tall blonde had just appeared. Her words met his ears but his eyes were more inquisitive and took priority in rolling along her curvature a few times before settling back on her face.<br/><br/>"Positively. On.<i>Fire." </i>He confirmed, and his words were emphasised by little carefree nods of his head that bounced his droopy fringe this way and that. "Not that I mind!"<br/><br/>Froth lifted his hairy rear and grabbed the seat to shuffle it closer, then sat back down again almost knee-to-knee with the stranger. An arm draped over the bartop, allowing him some more comfort as he slouched on his stool. He picked back up his latest drink from the army of glasses that had amassed over the surface, gaze taking an idle trip back over to the Lori situation. There was notable heat claiming the human's cheeks now and Froth wondered if she'd had a bit too much. If there'd been any titillating action, he'd missed it. Bah.<br/><br/>Resigned to his fate, he turned back to the mystery woman in his presence. Froth wasn't one to pass up any opportunity for new avenues of entertainment. Interest glimmered back to life in those eerie yellow circles, holding onto her over the rim of his glass, and his puckish grin came sprawling over his face anew.<br/><br/>"What're you doing here by yourself?"