Amidst the throngs of people traversing the event grounds, there stood a tall, dark haired Felis, arms raised above his head and head thrown back to the virtual heavens. He was wearing a basic, light blue shirt that featured a trail of beer down the front, from his neck down to his belly. The chestnut tail that poked from his leggings waved inconsolably as he belted out verse after verse of slurred songs, ranging from pop music that featured in the charts to obscure chants that might have been better suited to pirates sailing the high seas. He was in good spirits, or rather he was full of good spirits - the Ale King attraction having completely seen off the male's sensibilities. "And I-ee-I-ee-I... Will always love yooou!" He cried out, brash and loud and horribly off-tone. His hands tightened into fists pointed to the stars that slowly dragged down into his chest, as if wrenching the emotion from the air. He thumped his chest and snapped into a jazzier, upbeat 'tune,' now looking around to the folks nearby. Most of the people passing by had the sense to give Scon a wide berth, keeping a couple of metre's radius from the inebriated male as he stumbled about in some kind of peculiar dance. A few people had slowed or outright stopped to spectate this bizarre scene, the beginning of a crowd forming to cheer him on or call him an idiot. If he noticed the taunts, though, he didn't let it show, instead continuing his duet with the air of the night, extending his hands out to nobody in particular. "Let's dance! Come along, everyone, we'll do a merry jig and keep the chills away!" It was an open invitation to join him, more than any musical lyric, though he had attempted to include a sing-song tune to it. There was no great rush of people getting involved but that hardly bothered Scon, who continued unabashed.
