((This is so short, I'm sorry. >.> ))
Azrael tipped his head lightly, lifting his drink as well in a sort of apology gesture. But he really didn't feel like... doing all of that. Trying to stumble his way through a waltz and whatever else they had planned for the evening. Showing that he really had no clue how to dance.

Which would only make things worse.

He was already slightly miffed at the fact that Scott had somewhat... misled him on the entire party. Scott had said he'd guide him through the entire thing, there'd be others like him and he would be the star of the show.

The dark haired young man had showed up, Scott greeted him and then promptly disappeared. Azrael had been almost lost.

He sighed into the glass, eventually dumped it out over the balcony. Azrael didn't drink. He preferred to keep a sharp mind--he needed to, really.

As the party goers were starting to slip out, his eyes followed the pink-suited young man who had given him the challenge to dance in the first place.

...

"Sloppy," Azrael scoffed dryly. With the majority drunk out of their gourds, he had little care in spreading a pair of wings and taking off into the sky.