Varliss received his drink, and then a second... apparently his order backfired, but who was he to decline alcohol? Stoic enough was he, to weather the storm of two beverages, or so he thought. At her wink, a smile was given in return and a toast of the glass. He watched the Ifrit girl as she ceased prancing about and made the crowd scene. He watched her carefully as she came to the rescue of the poor mermaid, and smiled again. Though a member of the guild, he didn't generally go in for most of the duties. On special nights he would emcee, and do some particularly amusing tricks, but his strengths lay in other aspects. He was a protector, despite his hidden nature, ensuring the safety of others. If a brawl broke out, he could stun those involved without undue harm. If someone got a little too hands-on with one of the girls, he could seize the man in the iron grip of his will and ensure that he could not touch anyone for as long as it took them to throw the bum outside. So while it would appear to the casual observer that he was merely getting drunk off his stool while in disguise, he was actually performing a valuable service incognito.<br/><br/>And pigs flew of their own accord.<br/><br/>It was an excuse, surely, but he did actually do the job. He couldn't stand being the center of attention. It was one of his strongest areas, grabbing attention, but it was Varliss' preference to draw attention away from himself and others. The pranks he played were simply the counterpart to his serious nature. People continually told him he was too dour, too serious, that he ought to lighten up and he tried! Oh how he tried, but he hadn't gotten the hang of being around the other races yet. Too sheltered was he, and the guild demanded far more sociability than he was prepared to offer. So he wore other skins and tried his best at approximating human or halfling social mores and activity, all the while keeping his eyes on the girls. They were after all a fair sight more pleasant than the boys. The drinks seemed strong to him, or perhaps he simply wasn't used to having two of them at once. Something in a corner of his mind said he should approach Alanna, ask if she was amenable to getting to know him better, perhaps carnally. Where had that thought come from? It wasn't an unpleasant one, and he'd had some in that vein, but he was generally not so prosaic in his actions. There was far too much beauty around him constantly to approach it with such inartistic crassness. It would be the equivalent of that old line he'd heard uttered regarding the attractiveness of a woman's clothes and them looking better on one's bedroom floor. That he was becoming so inundated to these ideas was little surprise, but no less he found himself off the stool and approaching Alanna. When had he gotten up? Ah well, at least it wasn't himself he was making a fool of, it was a halfling guise. So skilled at disguise was Varliss that the voice was not even his own, but that of his character.<strong>"Ev'nin. That was quite a dance and then quite a show. You take care of everyone, customer or coworker it seems. It's very kind. I was wondering if I might get to know you better."</strong>He left off what else he wanted to say, that last portion of restraint. He'd have to revise his drink order in the future, this was too much.