Guests within the ballroom might just catch sight of a rather jarring presence as it pranced in to greet them with a playfully childlike energy about it. Drab, patchwork clothes beset by colorful feathers and wooden jewelry was the theme of this costume. They were just wearing one big tunic that was a size or two too big for them, their baggy cloth shoes held to their ankles by a loop of string tightly tied about them rather than proper laces. A straw hat with a wide brim and long pointed cone rested atop their mask, featuring two large red eyes and a cheshire grin. Their skin was a sickly grey grey. You'd almost think an actual skull kid had managed to find their way in here, but no. That was definitely just a mask.

Prancing about on their toes in a whimsical and rhythmic manner, this one seemed to need no partner to dance. Billina ignored the food and drink, instead opting to orbit around the dance floor, occasionally pausing to observe the other dancers for a while. You could almost imagine the envy on their face beneath their mask as they watched Queen Coo-ee-oh move about.

Billina would promptly stop what they were doing, shifting on the balls of their feet to face Betsy once their balance returned to them. They drew back slightly, a hand hovering over the mouth of their mask as if to stifle a gasp in an exaggerated manner. Who, me?? Billina seemed to recover rather quickly, however, and their body language subtly relaxed to become a lot more inviting.

A distinctly childlike giggle escaped them. "It would be my pleasure, Miss." Billina rather eagerly replied, genuflecting in a rather lively manner before the other and moving to take Betsy's hand as they rose. They then proceeded to bend over slightly and "kiss" the back of Betsy's hand in an ineffectual manner. They then froze up, perhaps unsure whether to take the lead or not.

For a girl drunk off her butt, Cap'n Bill managed to pull off an adequate waltz. She had never really danced with a man before and tried to make a good first impression.

"I'm honestly flattered you would still dance with me," she said, blushing slightly, "I probably don't look too good after 23 bottles of Chateau Romani."

Technically speaking, that didn't really matter considering the mask she was wearing but it was a fair statement.

"Anyway," she said, trying to come up with an ice breaker, "The name's Cap'n Bill, but you can just call me Bill if you like. Maybe even Billy."

During her last sentence, Cap'n Bill batted her eyes to check to see if she was still flirting material. She got a good vibe from Jack anyway but one can never be too careful when plastered via milk.

The Tiger was pretty sure that Coo-ee-oh was a woman of high blood. Her demanding yet flirtatious behavior thus far helped with assumption.

"You're not too far off there, Madame," the Tiger said, answering her question of his motives for accepting this invitation, "I also wanted to see if I could win some personal relations with some of Hyrule's more high class females."

The Tiger winked his eye at the Queen while relaying this information, which was only noticeable because the eye of his Snail Shell head mask winked in tune with it. Amazing what people can do with masks nowadays, ain't it.

"Anyway," he continued, "I take it you live somewhere in town. You don't look like the type that would stray too far from home, if you don't mind my saying so."

"I don't think you'll have to worry. I've only ever learned the foxtrot, my lady." There's a tug of her right hand in his left as he ferries her towards the center of the room, his left hand raised palm-up over his head, compelling Trot to trail behind him just a few steps. When he found a suitable space for them to waltz through, he turned around, his arm flexing back into a more comfortable position.

"It's just a few easy steps; hold me just below the arm, here," Eureka leads by example, bracing a hand against her side just beneath the arm, his left hand already laced between her fingers brandishing outwards as a sort of compass. When he felt their postures had both aligned properly, Eureka's feet began to shuffle forward one at a time.

"Think of it like a little journey together: Every dance is different, even if we get it perfect." They're three steps into it, and he goes for an unsolicited sweep, lowering her backwards and practically slithering his hand across the broad of her back to support her, before quickly tugging backwards with his own rigid posture, using their interlocked fingers more than just pressing sharply against her back with his free arm. It's kind of weird how second nature dancing is for Eureka.

He laughs giddily, then blushes before deigning from anymore sweeps.

"Apologies, the violin just strikes me a certain way, sometimes." I wish I could play an instrument. Or even own one. But he pushes those thoughts away, and steps along with Trot into another set of quicks before finishing up their little foray into each other's comfort zones. He's reluctant as his fingers drag away from hers.

"It' be rude to keep you, especially after others were so keen for your hand. Take care, m'lady." Eureka gives a slight bow before pressing a hand back up against his pink cat mask to make sure it's still plastered against his face, before heading towards the alcohol once more. Geez, I acted so eager to dance, but now I'm dreading asking someone else...

Nothing a few more drinks can't fix, no doubt.

Nick looked to Mombi, who simply ranted and raved and seemed to lash out like some sort of... really shitty person, honestly. Taking another sip of his rum, he called the man out. "Don't be an ass." It was one of those people, wasn't it? Someone who had to come along and just ruin the event for everyone. He looked to his drinking buddy Tik-Tok and gave a sigh.

But then he noticed just how quickly Eureka got through the dance with Trot. Well, that was surprisingly quick now, wasn't it? One and done? It seemed that he would have to do his part sooner than he imagined, and he'd make sure to do it longer too. He gave a whistle and raised his glass before downing the rest. "Thanks for the rum." He said. Such nice people. Mostly. That dragon person was such a jerk. Pushing himself off the table, he moved on over with a small sense of grace towards Trot. He started the small talk. "What about you, miss? You come to the capital often?"