* Nevon reminds any new RPers reading this that he okay'ed Constance's move. 'My Chase-Devineaux-look-alike-tie!' Nevon thought in his head when the punch drenched his shirt and part of the silk tie, 'where am I going to find another Salvatore Ferragamo [look-alike-product]?' "My tie!" he said out loud, happy that his brain-mouth filter was working perfectly. The shirt would be okay, it was already sort of salmon. Seeing the girl (@Constance) trying to wipe off the pinkish stain, he stopped her. "It's okay, I know what to do," grabbing champagne from a nearby waiter, he poured it on himself, "CO2 from the champagne is like baking soda, and white sparkling wine doesn't stain, perfect counter-measure." Crisis averted. But now he was soaking. "Uhm... I'm going to go dry off," he handed the empty champagne flute back to the blond girl, "I'm Nevon Blair, by the way. And after this, I think you owe me your Facebook."