The Hungry Tiger had arrived shortly before Queen Coo-ee-oh, dressed in a more outlandish outfit resembling that of a old-timey cartoon character with a snail shell for a head. When Coo-ee-oh demanded a dance from him, the Tiger simply shrugged his shoulder while looking at what would be an audience as if they were on the screen of a movie theater.

"If you insist, milady," he said, taking her hand, "I gotta warn ya though. I don't have very much experience with slow dances, so my hands might accidentally hold ya a little too low. But first...."

The Hungry Tiger pulled out a beer mug he had saved for this party, filled it to the brim with Perry at the nearby beverage table, and guzzled the whole thing down followed with a simple *Hiccup*

"Right," he said, "Sorry about that. Here we go."

A black suit walks into the room, the inside lining pink with a coattail split apart at the waist. He walks under the lights, a rosy pink mask glittering with bedazzling stones sparkling in the radiance of the golden lighting above, the edges of the mask pointing upwards sharply like feral ears. He gives a light pur as he steps past the ushers and guards, swaying with his hips to the classical music.

"This place looks spectacular," Eureka the Pink Kitten states, awestruck.

Two guests are already locked arm-in-arm, and he's surprised to see them paired so quickly. Early bird gets the worm, I guess?

Messing with the buttons up his jacket, Eureka meanders towards the beverages, prepared to get completely and utterly smashed. I mean, they don't, like, call it liquid courage for nothing, I guess? He laughs playfully after noticing the other guests are deep in their cups. Yeah, thought so. Eureka longs for a mixed drink, struggling to find something close enough to what he desires.

The glass tips back smoothly, his adam's apple gulping like mad, before he wipes his lips and sighs loudly.

"Who wants to dance, already?" He's not exactly the smoothest criminal on the scene.

Did Eureka even know how to dance? Would that matter? He tried locking eyes with a lady who just entered, dressed in flattering monochrome before stalking over to her earnestly, trying to smooth out the crinkles in his suit before allowing his dress shoes to clack against the marble floor as he stalked over to her.

"Would you care to join me? If only for this song, it's... captivating, don't you think, Miss...?" He was pleading with her, giving his best at being suave. The resonating of string instruments bouncing across the gala was certainly making him anxious to move. Whether he would go so far as to call it dancing... well, that was another matter entirely.

Cap'n Bill had arrived at the party a few minutes ago and had already guzzled down 23 bottles worth of Chateau Romani. Spotting the dapper Nick Chopper, she staggered over to him with an expression that screamed "I'm so drunk I'm seeing Yellow Kitusnes on Parade".

"Hey there, Silver Stud," she said in a style and tone that was almost sexy but not quite, "How's about you and me cut a jig before heading to someplace more private."

This was weird. And of course, she was one of few women to arrive, as the other whom was partnerless seemed to be flocked by the many men attending. She couldn't help but snicker at the idea, slowly turning into the grand hall where many dressed in eccentric costumes gathered.

While many seemed to dress according to their names, Tik-Tok found it to be difficult trying to piece together something including a clock without looking like a complete fool. So rather she was dressed in a sleek, black dress that draped behind her as she walked, with a cloak of black silk and the emblems of the Temple of Time. Upon her head, she wore a mask with many horns that enveloped around the top of her head.

Looking about the room, she immediately made way to the alcohol, knowing she was going to need a ton to get through this.

The ball had barely started! How was someone already so drunk that they could barely stand, or even speak right, or anything? Nick crossed his arms at this person. If they danced then there was going to be tripping and puking, and that would be just terrible. Someone else could shoulder that task, deal with the resulting mess, especially if they went somewhere private.

Waving his hand as a way of saying no, he simply passed Cap'n Bill on and moved towards the table with the booze. He'd keep himself under control but so much for having a sophisticated night! The Tin-Man turned his back to the table and leaned back, resting his elbows on the table as he positioned himself next to Tik-Tok. "See any spiced rum?"

And also a chance for small talk. "You come to Castle Town often?" A simple question that could keep the spirit of anonymity, but still get to know one another~

Once the drink was downed, she took the hand of her current partner and murmured mostly-internal prayer that he hadn't been drinking too heavily before her approach. Some others already looked ready to topple over at any given moment. What a waste of an evening it would be if they acted like that!

The mask she wore matched her dress, decorated with fresh flowers purchased earlier that day from one of the many vendors preparing for the event. "Wandering hands don't bother me," she stated offhandedly. "Tripping over your feet repeatedly does. Let me lead."

Queen extended one hand to be taken and moved the other up to Tiger's shoulder. She smirked and arched her left brow. "What brought you here tonight if you aren't much of a slow dancer? Free food and booze?"