06-19-2012, 05:22 PM
Lorenzo sounds scottish... apparently XD
Again Lorenzo clutched a second drink that wasn't his own, he sipped slowly at his own drink as he watched the crowd. He seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. Both people watching and holding a drink that wasn't his own. He seemed to have lost himself in his thoughts and barely saw any of the people in front of him. He was focused mainly on something that had him ecstatically happy. His proposal to Juliet, the princess had said yes to him and his doubts and fears were suddenly groundless, floating away into nothingness in the air. The Knight male was happy.
Somebody bumped into him and he had to do a mad scramble to keep hold of both drinks. The person, whoever it was apologised profusely and Lorenzo waved him off with a good natured smile. The act had brought his attention back into focus and now he could see on the other side of the room, a young girl with a creamy belly and long brown hair looking about herself nervously and seeming as lost as he felt sometimes. He looked down at the spare drink he held and smiled hesitantly to himself, time to be social and this girl looked like she needed some form of comfort.
Granted he guessed most people would see a stranger almost two feet taller than them and be just a little scared but he didn't like the way she looked so scared and alone. Lorenzo made his way slowly around the dance floor, moving around the crowd instead of through it so he didn't appear to be making a line straight towards her. He threw back his drink and deposited the empty cup on a nearby table before approaching her, trying to look as none threatening as possible,
"Aye up there. Mah name's Lorenzo. Wud yah care fer ah dreenk?" He gestured to the full glass that he carried with him, smiling a little self consciously.
Again Lorenzo clutched a second drink that wasn't his own, he sipped slowly at his own drink as he watched the crowd. He seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. Both people watching and holding a drink that wasn't his own. He seemed to have lost himself in his thoughts and barely saw any of the people in front of him. He was focused mainly on something that had him ecstatically happy. His proposal to Juliet, the princess had said yes to him and his doubts and fears were suddenly groundless, floating away into nothingness in the air. The Knight male was happy.
Somebody bumped into him and he had to do a mad scramble to keep hold of both drinks. The person, whoever it was apologised profusely and Lorenzo waved him off with a good natured smile. The act had brought his attention back into focus and now he could see on the other side of the room, a young girl with a creamy belly and long brown hair looking about herself nervously and seeming as lost as he felt sometimes. He looked down at the spare drink he held and smiled hesitantly to himself, time to be social and this girl looked like she needed some form of comfort.
Granted he guessed most people would see a stranger almost two feet taller than them and be just a little scared but he didn't like the way she looked so scared and alone. Lorenzo made his way slowly around the dance floor, moving around the crowd instead of through it so he didn't appear to be making a line straight towards her. He threw back his drink and deposited the empty cup on a nearby table before approaching her, trying to look as none threatening as possible,
"Aye up there. Mah name's Lorenzo. Wud yah care fer ah dreenk?" He gestured to the full glass that he carried with him, smiling a little self consciously.