[{Party girls don't get hurt]} [OPEN!]

Welp. This was getting worse and worse, wasn't it? Maybe she /should/ just go and light something on fire. At least with fire she can gauge what is going to approximately happen next. Which is usually more fire. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more great it sounded. Just burn something. This Claire pony probably had enough bits to spare to replace a rug or something, right? Hopefully. That would have to wait, though. Maybe in about half an hour or so. When Pixy was able to work and function by herself.

Judging by how she was acting, though, that wasn't going to be for a while. Spirit would probably find herself sticking with the shy mare the entire night. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. There was just a significantly lower chance of being able to do something stupid. Which was rather boring. Spirit liked being stupid! It was for the greater good, though. She'd rather give up her own entertainment than have Pixy turn back into a quivering mess.

Spirit crouched a bit and offered a hoof to the unicorn to help her stand up. Maybe being on a more 'level' field with Shifting would help a bit, "I think she's trying to say that she's okay, Sir."

Pixy took the offered hoof and let Spirit help her up. Though, a little more than nervous and shy when she was fully out from under the table. Her ears flattened as she tried to make herself look small, staying close to the other unicorn's side and sort of hiding. She felt exposed, and then noticed her fallen glasses on the floor. Thankfully, they had slid to be where she now currently stood, and just picked them up and absentmindedly inspected them. She had decided to simply place them back upon her nose when she didn't see any cracks or such. She doesn't need them to see, but she might as well not lose them here. Definitely not here.

She listened to Shifty speak, but had decided to remain quiet, as that went so well the first time. He was still much bigger than her even when he slouched a bit, and she couldn't keep eye contact with him for very long. Instead of looking at him directly, she stared intently at a drape of his chosen attire. Finding herself to like the general other-worldly designs. She never met a pony from another country before, well at least no one she's known told her that they were from another country, and she became vaguely interested in his kind of culture when he mentioned the mannerisms of this place. And she could tell from the tone of his voice that he wasn't having the best of times here either. She would've agreed, but still remained silent. She figured she'd let Spirit do the talking, as she was much better at it.

So. He apparently thought that sitting under the table was an Equestrian custom. Which was obviously something she was going to roll with. She didn't want anypony else to know that she was just sitting under there with Pixy snacking on celery. Naturally, she gravitated towards Pixy, as well, stepping forward a bit, so she was more towards Shifting (and the rest of the crowd) than the meeker mare was. Little things that she didnt' plan on anypony taking note of, honestly, but they could also mean quite a bit. Just her subconcscious 'defender' instinct kicking in, probably.

Even though the chances of things turning hostile were literally in the negatives. Regardless, Spirit met him with absolute kindness, and bowed clumsily in return, "Oh, now, sir. It's really no problem. Neither of us are very savvy with the whole 'party' aspect, either."

Oh lord. Hold it together, Spirit. Don't blow this. She felt a giggle bubbling up in her throat at mental images of this large stallion going back home and trying to eat dinner or something under a table. Quick! Change the subject! Umm...

There had to be an easy avenue of escape, somewhere... wait! There it was!

"So, Sir... where exactly did you say you came from?"

Low Key gives her a smile and looks out towards the dance floor. There were a lot of things that he was disappointed about himself, and one of those things was the inability to dance. It was something he always wanted to learn, but, well, it's kind of pointless when you have no pony to impress. Watching those ponies, though, especially the couples who were having fun (and maybe getting a little frisky), it made him jealous. Of the one or two dances he went to in his colthood, he never felt more out of place than when the slow dance started. Everypony else had a date, everypony else was coupled, except him. He had asked a few fillies, but they all had an excuse, "I can't go, I'm too busy", "I was already asked out", or Low's personal favorite, "I'm not going". Then he went to the dance, the only dateless pony, and he would see them talking in a corner with their friends, most of the time with their date wrapped around them.

If there was one thing he wanted, it was a dance, just one. He imagined it sometimes, him and the mare of his dreams, neck and neck, resting their heads on each others' shoulders, slowly moving to the sound of music. There could be others, but if there were, they wouldn't matter. His world was her, and her world was him, nothing else mattered in that one moment.

In reality, he was just a hopeless romantic with dreams of grandeur. He would never be so lucky as to ever do something like that.

Low Key suddenly comes to the realization that he has been staring at the dance floor for some time and looks back at the small pegasus, "I think it would be only logical if we introduce ourselves. I'm Low Key, and you are...?"

Damascus had assumed Pumpkin had not heard him, and resolved to walk her home later on, after the party. He ventured deeper into the crowd, pushingsome obstacles out of his way. Every so often, with his sword, he'd lightly brush an idiot or three out of his way, whispering a lighthearted death-threat to some. He was confused, and lost, but he wanted to stop this noise as soon as possible.

He had noticed a good amount of the crowd fawning over something off in the distance. Through the many heads and manes, he had made out a very eye-burningly bright pink coated pony. She was pretty, in a way, he thought to himself. He wasn't one to fawn easily though, and so he just thought of her as just another pretty face in the crowd. The other ponies, however, with their fangirling, annoyed him greatly. He turned to face what looked to be the snack bar, and began to stomp up, his chainmail rattling with his hoofsteps.

He made his way to the almost-front of the crowd, curiously looking over everyone. He saw the mare was wearing a beautifully sequined and flashy dress, as well as tons of jewelry. Another one of those mares who thinks that beauty is what defines them. In his head, he wondered what she'd be if that beauty had been stripped of her. Out loud, however, he wondered who the hell she was, and why anyone cared about her so much. Maybe not his best idea, as quite a few ponies looked bewildered at him, some gasping, others shooting intensely grave stares at him.

"What? Was it something I said?"

Spirit was getting rather good at noticing things! Even through the pounding music, she was able to spot the Armoured Pony looking towards them, and the small group that scowled at said pony. She did not see Claire enter, though, until she began talking. Spirit gave her a once over, and nodded. Those were the legs of the pony from earlier. This was the Hostess. The self proclaimed 'goddess'. Oh lord, that was going to be fun to deal with. Maybe Spirit could bail her and Pixy out before things got too intimidating for the other unicorn.

That would take quite a bit of doing, though, and still might take her a second or two. Thankfully, Spirit didn't know much about Claire or how famous she was. Otherwise, she would end up stumbling and tripping over all her words. Being a hermit had its perks on occasion. And she even spoke with an air of superiority, which made it even easier for Spirit to excuse herself. Quite easy to do so when a pony you can already tell you don't like shows up, after all.

But, before dragging Pixy out to anything else, she stepped backwards once and mumbled into the mare's ear, "So, this is getting crowded, again. Shall we go?"